1 The peace which God bestows
Through him who died and rose,
The peace the Father giveth through the Son,
Be known in every mind,
The broken heart to bind,
And bless each traveller as he journeys on.

2 Ye who have known to weep,
Where your beloved sleep;
Ye who have raised the deep, the bitter cry --
God's blessing be as balm,
The fevered heart to calm,
And wondrous peace the troubled mind supply.

3 Ere daily strifes begin
The war without, within,
The God of love, with spirit and with power,
Now on each bended head
His deepest blessing shed,
And keep us all through every troubled hour.