I HEAR the words of love,

’Tis everlasting peace! Sure as Jehovah’s name, And stable as His steadfast throne, For evermore the same.

The clouds may go and come, And storms may sweep my sky— This blood-sealed friendship changes not: The Cross is ever nigh.

My love is oft-times low, My joy still ebbs and flows; But peace with Him remains the same— No change Jehovah knows.

I change, He changes not, The Christ can never die; His love, not mine, the resting-place, His trust, not mine, the tie.