Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.@John 14:27
Richard W. Adams (1952–)

Rich­ard W. Ad­ams, July 1, 2009. I wrote this hymn after visiting my mother, Bet­ty Ad­ams, in her St. Lou­is nursing home, following her diagnosis with Alz­hei­mer’s Disease. It was sad to see her faculties slowly deteriorating, but I took hope in the promise of resurrection in a perfect, immortal body that will never age or fail.

Ev­en­tide Will­iam H. Monk, 1861 (🔊 pdf nwc).

William H. Monk (1823–1889)

As shadows lengthen and the night grows cold,
Not seeing how life’s pages will unfold,
Give us Your peace as, yielding to Your will,
We trust the Author loves and keeps us still.

One thing we pray, when evening round us falls,
Show us the place on memory’s darkened walls,
As dimming eye and failing flesh grow weak,
Show us where pictures of Your love still speak.

That we may tell to generations new,
Tell of a faithfulness forever true,
Tell of a power that keeps us to the end,
Tell of our God, protector, guide and friend.

Then, when our task is done and comes the wing
Of death’s bright angel, teach us how to sing,
With soaring confidence to mount on high,
Flying to golden streets beyond the sky.