Deep as the unfathomed sea,
Which falls like sunshine on the road
Of those who trust in Thee.
2 We ask not, Father, for repose
Which comes from outward rest,
If we may have thro' all life's woes
Thy peace within our breast.
3 That peace which suffers and is strong,
Trusts where it cannot see,
Deems not the trial way too long,
But leaves the end with Thee.
4 That peace which flows serene and
A river in the soul [deep,
Whose banks a living verdure keep----
God's sunshine o'er the whole.
5 O Father, give our hearts this peace,
Whate'er the outward be,
Till all life's discipline shall cease,
And we go home to Thee.