Scripture Verse

The Lord blesses His people with peace. Psalm 29:11


Words: War­ren D. Cor­nell, Au­gust 1889.

Music: Will­iam G. Coop­er (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Cor­nell (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Coo­per, would you ?

William G. Cooper

Origin of the Song

Cor­nell and Coop­er wrote this song at a camp meet­ing near West Bend, Wis­con­sin.

One day while seat­ed in the tent, Mr. Cor­nell, fol­low­ing a per­i­od of deep in­tro­spec­tion, wrote down the thoughts with which his mind had been busied.

They lat­er proved to be parts of this hymn, Won­de­rful Peace. Sink­ing again in­to in­tro­spec­tive rum­in­a­tion, he arose, un­wit­ting­ly dropped the writ­ten vers­es on the tent floor and went out.

When Mr. Coop­er en­tered the tent an hour or two lat­er he dis­cov­ered the pa­per. He was fas­ci­nat­ed by the theme and the ac­com­pa­ny­ing vers­es. It so fit­ted his own think­ing that he filled in and com­plet­ed the po­em. Then, sit­ting down at the or­gan, he com­posed the me­lo­dy as it has since been sung.

Sanville, p. 58


Far away in the depths
Of my spirit tonight
Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm;
In celestial-like strains
It unceasingly falls
O’er my soul like an infinite calm.


Peace, peace, wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above!
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray
In fathomless billows of love!

What a treasure I have
In this wonderful peace,
Buried deep in the heart of my soul,
So secure that no power
Can mine it away,
While the years of eternity roll!


I am resting tonight
In this wonderful peace,
Resting sweetly in Jesus’ control;
For I’m kept from all danger
By night and by day,
And His glory is flooding my soul!


And I think when I rise
To that city of peace,
Where the anchor of peace I shall see,
That one strain of the song
Which the ransomed will sing
In that heavenly kingdom will be:


Ah, soul! are you here
Without comfort and rest,
Marching down the rough pathway of time?
Make Jesus your friend
Ere the shadows grow dark;
O accept this sweet peace so sublime!