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
Words & Music: Frances Abernathy, in Rodeheaver’s Sunday School Songs, edited by Charles H. Gabriel (Chicago, Illinois: Rodeheaver Company, circa 1917), number 207 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Abernathy (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
He was despisèd, was poor, and an outcast;
He had no riches to leave to His own;
And yet He bequeathed us a priceless possession,
Gift that all mortals are yearning to own.
Peace I give unto thee,;
My peace I leave with thee;
Not as the world, give I unto thee
O priceless legacy!
That there should be for thee
Peace overflowing thy soul.
Is your back bending ’neath poverty’s burden?
Christ’s precious gift
Means so much more than wealth;
If you are afflicted with sickness and suffering,
List to His promise—it giveth you health.
Freely to all is this legacy given,
All may find peace, tho’ the care-billows roll;
How freely it’s offered! The only condition,
God must be given His way with your soul.