Far a^Gway in the depths of my ^Cspirit to^Gnight Rolls a melody ^A7sweeter than ^Dpsalm; In ce^Glestial-like strains it un^Cceasingly ^Gfalls O’er my soul like an ^D7infinite ^Gcalm.

^GPeace, peace, ^Cwonderful ^Gpeace, Coming ^Emdown from the ^A7Father a^Dbove! Sweep ^Gover my spirit for^Cever, I pray In ^Gfathomless ^D7billows of ^Glove!

What a ^Gtreasure I have in this ^Cwonderful ^Gpeace, Buried deep in the ^A7heart of my ^Dsoul, So se^Gcure that no power can ^Cmine it a^Gway, While the years of e^D7ternity ^Groll!

I am ^Gresting tonight in this ^Cwonderful ^Gpeace, Resting sweetly in ^A7Jesus’ con^Dtrol; For I’m ^Gkept from all danger by ^Cnight and by ^Gday, And His glory is ^D7flooding my ^Gsoul!

And I ^Gthink when I rise to that ^Ccity of ^Gpeace, Where the Author of ^A7peace I shall ^Dsee, That one ^Gstrain of the song which the ^Cransomed will ^Gsing In that heavenly ^D7kingdom will ^Gbe!

Ah ^Gsoul, are you here without ^Ccomfort and ^Grest, Marching down the rough ^A7pathway of ^Dtime? Make ^GJesus your friend ere the ^Cshadows grow ^Gdark; Oh, accept this sweet ^D7peace so su^Gblime!