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Peace is a river
which we all fear and dream
of longing for sweet hope
And while lying in bed
The stars gaze down
Upholding our heads
Look upon the Father,
Brilliant Lord of Lights
Behold his countenance
And accept his warm embrace.
For sorrow is fleeting,
So hear well my lament--
Joy is tiresome
But well am I in discontent.
The luxury of dissonance
Beats blood through the veins
And never more sturdy
Has life gone insane.
O excellent Father
Master of mine come
Take me and guide me-
Bind my soul to thee
O God slay me,
But never release me--
Let blood trickle down
From the everlasting one--
Let the Highest Among High
And King of High Priests
Intercede on my behalf
because my spirit is weak.
O Spirit groan for me,
Say words that shall to heaven fly
For my spirit is crushed,
my heart lies in ruin--
Where are you, my Father,
That I cannot go?
Shall terror beset me,
or horrors befall?
Master and Maker,
Firstborn from the dead--
God Almighty hold me--
Jesus, cry for me,
I've no tears of my own.
Come what may,
Mighty one slay----
The Ancient Foe is cruel--
But his death is my gain.
which we all fear and dream
of longing for sweet hope
And while lying in bed
The stars gaze down
Upholding our heads
Look upon the Father,
Brilliant Lord of Lights
Behold his countenance
And accept his warm embrace.
For sorrow is fleeting,
So hear well my lament--
Joy is tiresome
But well am I in discontent.
The luxury of dissonance
Beats blood through the veins
And never more sturdy
Has life gone insane.
O excellent Father
Master of mine come
Take me and guide me-
Bind my soul to thee
O God slay me,
But never release me--
Let blood trickle down
From the everlasting one--
Let the Highest Among High
And King of High Priests
Intercede on my behalf
because my spirit is weak.
O Spirit groan for me,
Say words that shall to heaven fly
For my spirit is crushed,
my heart lies in ruin--
Where are you, my Father,
That I cannot go?
Shall terror beset me,
or horrors befall?
Master and Maker,
Firstborn from the dead--
God Almighty hold me--
Jesus, cry for me,
I've no tears of my own.
Come what may,
Mighty one slay----
The Ancient Foe is cruel--
But his death is my gain.
