Mike Cope's blog

Sunday, February 22, 2004

Some favorite lines from a few older songs: Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round: On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found. Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side. Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain; Leave to thy God to order and provide; In every change he faithful will remain. Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly Friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big will mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. O Joy that seekest me through pain, I can not close my heart to thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain, That morn shall tearless be.

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