Peace walks before me as I go,
It’s in Your grace, oh Lord.
Though all up hill, I can still walk,
Mind and soul in accord.
I feel a tempest rising now,
It’s in Your grace, oh Lord.
Though all up hill, I can still walk,
Mind and soul in accord.
I feel a tempest rising now,
Yet in its eye, I’m calm,
For I walk within Your peace, Lord,
It is my spirit’s balm.
So let the storm winds rise and rage
And let the path grow rough.
Your peace and grace will bide with me
And that, Lord, is enough.
2 Corinthians 12:9
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
For I walk within Your peace, Lord,
It is my spirit’s balm.
So let the storm winds rise and rage
And let the path grow rough.
Your peace and grace will bide with me
And that, Lord, is enough.
2 Corinthians 12:9
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
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