Listen to this music and read the words, slowly.
*following words by E. Schürer; rough (literal) translation by me. French lyrics here*
Like an immense river
Is the peace of God.
Perfectly it advances,
Victor in every place.
Perfectly it increases
Constantly its course;
Perfectly its slope
Lowers itself always.
Like a river glorious is God’s perfect peace,
Over all victorious in its bright increase:
Perfect, yet still flowing fuller every day;
Perfect, yet still growing deeper all the way.
The image—can’t you just see the river? Can’t you see how deep and full it is, how smooth and peaceful?? Can’t you see how it advances slowly and powerfully, overwhelming all the sandbars of emotion and rocks of care? It’s not stationary or stagnant—it moves, it flows on!
Founded on God Himself,
Our hearts, for ever,
Have, as a supreme possession,
His perfect peace.
Can’t you see how everlasting it is, how it will forever be there? Can’t you see what a wonderful possession it is?
Beneath Your wounded hand
Is broken, O my King,
Every enemy weapon
Made against me.
Nothing can harm me,
Nor trouble my heart;
You want to bless me,
You shall be victor.
What an image. Every weapon made by the enemy is broken by Jesus’s hand that was wounded for you. He wants to bless you—He will let nothing harm you. Will you allow anything anything to trouble you, or will you allow Him to be victorious?
You trace my road.
I walk it with faith
Trials and joy
Come to me from You.
Sundial of our lives,
Mark every day
The blessed hours
Of the sun of love.
He’s already cut your path out for you. He knows every rough patch and smooth bit on it. And his Sunshine of Love is always shining over you, even when it seems like the clouds of sorrow or pain are covering your sky.
Hidden in the hollow of His mighty hand,
Where no harm can follow, in His strength we stand.
We may trust Him fully all for us to do;
Those who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.
You are cupped in His hand. The way that you protectively hold a little chick in your hand, He holds you, safe from every real harm. We lean against that Great Hand and thus we can stand. We don’t have to protect ourselves our keep ourselves standing with our own strength. But all this takes a trust—a deep trust that He is perfectly trustworthy. If we don’t trust this, then we try to help ourselves, and we find ourselves failing… because we don’t let Him be enough for us.
Ocean of glory,
Peace of my Saviour!
Gage of victory!
Treasure of happiness!
Your infinite grace,
Flowing night and day,
Floods my life
With waves of love.
This flow of peace has gotten so big, so deep, as you allow it to cover every worry, that it’s not a river any more by now—it is now an ocean—an ocean of peace from Him. It’s a promise that Jesus has won the victory and you can be at rest in this truth. It’s a goldmine of joy, joy that you can rest in this great peace every moment of your life. It’s a deep flow of grace—a wonderful gift—that never ceases and constantly floods you with the reminder that He loves you and He wants the best for you.
According to Your promise,
O Jesus, my King,
I find without end
Perfect peace in You.
There is never any end to this peace, and it is perfect. It floods every bit of your life and it gives you the rest and joy you desire so much. And this peace comes from the deep, never-changing belief and reminder that you are safe in God’s keeping, that nothing can happen that He didn’t choose to allow because it was the best for you, that He is always there no matter what.
Trusting in the Father, hearts are fully blest,
Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.
If we allowed this peace to flood us, what kind of life would we live?
What would happen if we fully trusted the Lord to do everything for us, perfectly?