1 In times of sorrow, God is near,
His vigils never cease,—
His tender, loving voice I hear,
“In Me ye shall have peace.”

Refrain:
O blessed peace! sweet boon of heav’n!
That bids our trouble cease;
O precious word, divinely giv’n,
“In Me ye shall have peace.”

2 Tho’ long and weary is the night,
And morn brings no relief,
Yet faith the promise still believes,
“In Me ye shall have peace.” [Refrain]

3 His love we may not understand,
While trials here increase,
But yet we know His word is sure,
“In Me ye shall have peace.” [Refrain]

4 Soon shall our eyes the land behold
Where pain and care shall cease;
Till then we’ll trust the promise sweet,
“In Me ye shall have peace.” [Refrain]