This is the pledge to all those whose transgressions his blood has forgiven,
“Peace, peace to him that is distant and also to him that is near.”
Gently he comforts my heart from its troubles and keeps it from fear;
Not as the peace of the world is the peace unto me he has given.
“There is no peace,” says my God, “to the wicked: His labors shall crumble.”
Terrible holiness stripping away all that pride had concealed.
He who repents in contrition and mourns for his sins shall be healed;
Comforts restored by the high and the lofty One unto the humble.
From the profane finds my soul a repose in the One who does love me;
Now before death, he protects me from that which would cause me to fall.
“Come unto me, I am meek and am lowly in heart,” is the call
Jesus has spoken in majesty far and unequaled above me.
There is a temple in which sits the Lord on a throne and before him
Seraphim, one to another, cry, “Holy!” in threefold refrain.
Loveliness vaster than thought, be it ever so deep, may contain;
Glorious beauty inciting his people in awe to adore him.