I HEAR the words of love,
   I gaze upon the blood,
I see the mighty Sacrifice,
    And I have peace with God.
2      ’Tis everlasting peace!
    Sure as Jehovah’s name,
And stable as His steadfast throne,
    For evermore the same.
3      The clouds may go and come,
    And storms may sweep my sky—
This blood-sealed friendship changes not:
    The Cross is ever nigh.
4      My love is oft-times low,
    My joy still ebbs and flows;
But peace with Him remains the same—
    No change Jehovah knows.
5      I change, He changes not,
    The Christ can never die;
His love, not mine, the resting-place,
    His trust, not mine, the tie.
Horatius Bonar, 1808-89