| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | From Year to Year (1883).
V. “Peace, perfect peace” | | By Edward Henry Bickersteth (1825–1906) |
| | | PEACE, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin? | |
| The blood of Jesus whispers peace within. | |
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| Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties press’d? | |
| To do the will of Jesus, this is rest. | |
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| Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round? | 5 |
| On Jesus’ bosom naught but calm is found. | |
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| Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away? | |
| In Jesus’ keeping we are safe and they. | |
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| Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown? | |
| Jesus we know, and He is on the throne. | 10 |
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| Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours? | |
| Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers. | |
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| It is enough: earth’s struggles soon shall cease, | |
| And Jesus call us to heaven’s perfect peace. | | | | |
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