I hear the words of love; I gaze upon the blood; I see the mighty sacrifice, and I have peace with God.
'Tis everlasting peace, sure as Jehovah's name; 'tis stable as his steadfast throne, forevermore the same.
The clouds may go and come, and storms may sweep my sky, this blood-bought friendship changes not; the cross is ever nigh.
My love is ofttimes 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 truth, not mine, the tie.