But Jesus Held His Peace

That wondrous peace which Jesus held
Always inviolate
Lifted him high above the storms
Of cruelty and hate—
Forsaken by his followers,
Abandoned to his fate.

Malice and ignorance combined
To wreak on him their will;
With patient dignity he bore
The cross on Calvary's hill,
Asking forgiveness for his foes,
Breathing a "Peace, be still."

When he had conquered death and grave,
Appearing to men's view
The same Lord who was crucified,
Whom the disciples knew,
These loving words he spoke to them:
Let peace be unto you.

So in temptation's darkest hour,
When fears seem to increase,
Strengthen my faith and show me how
To pray, and never cease,
And then, O Father-Mother God,
Help me to hold my peace,

Knowing that good alone is real,
Evil is impotent;
Trusting the power and love of God,
Resting therein content;
Seeing all sin and fear destroyed
By Truth omnipotent.

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