I have a treasure which I prize,
Its like I cannot find;
There’s nothing like it on th earth,
‘Tis this–a quiet mind.
But ‘tis not that I’m stupified,
Or senseless, dull, or blind;
‘Tis God’s own peace within my heart
That forms my quiet mind.
I found this treasure at the Cross;
And there to every kind
Of weary, heavy-ladened soul,
Christ gives a quiet mind.
My Savior’s death and risen life
To give them were designed;
His love’s the never failing spring
Of
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