Like a River Glorious

Frances R. Havergal
James Mountain

1.    Like a riv-er, glo-rious Is God's per-fect peace, O-ver all vic-to-rious In its bright increase;
    Per-fect, yet it flow-eth Full-er ev-ery day—Per-fect, yet it grow-eth Deep-er all the way.

            Stayed up-on Je-ho-vah, Hearts are ful-ly blest; Find-ing as He prom-ised, Per-fect peace and rest.

2.    Hid-den in the hol-low Of His bless-ed hand, Nev-er foe can fol-low, Nev-er trai-tor stand;
    Not a surge of wor-ry, Not a shade of care, Not a blast of hur-ry Touch the spir-it there.


3.    Ev-ery joy or tri-al Fall-eth from a-bove, Traced upon our di-al By the Sun of Love.
    We may trust Him ful-ly, All for us to do; They who trust Him whol-ly Find Him whol-ly true.