24. I cannot tell thee whence it came
I cannot tell thee whence it came, This peace within my breast;
But this I know, there fills my soul, A strange and tranquil rest.
There’s a deep, settled peace in my soul,
There’s a deep, settled peace in my soul,
Tho’ the billows of sin near me roll, He abides, Christ abides.
2 Beneath the toil and care of life, This hidden stream flows on;
My weary soul no longer thirsts, Nor am I sad and lone.
3 I cannot tell the half of love, Unfeigned, supreme, divine,
That caused my darkest inmost self, With beams of hope to shine.
4 I cannot tell thee why He chose, To suffer and to die,
But if I suffer here with Him, I’ll reign with Him on high.