Peace

FALLING LEAVES
I saw you fall but a moment ago,
Dear leaf of crimson hue;
The summer is past, and the bosom of earth
Was waiting to welcome you.
The branch bade you go,
Where you tarried so long,
Where birds built a nest,
Where they sang their sweet song.
As gently would I, when summer is done,
Go at last to eternal rest;
I am told that God’s heart is yearning for me,
That there’s room on his welcoming breast.
So why should I fear when a frost shall touch
The stem that must set me free?
I shall go, please God, with a sweeter peace
Than the leaf that fell from the tree.
–William M. Runyan

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GOOD NIGHT
Sleep on beloved, sleep, and take thy rest;
Lay down thy head upon the Saviour’s breast;
We loved thee well, but Jesus loved thee best,
Good night! Good night! Good night!

Calm is thy slumber as an infant’s sleep,
But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep,
Thine is a perfect rest secure and deep;
Good night! Good night! Good night!

Until the shadows from the earth are cast,
Until he gathers in his sheaves at last,
Until the twilight gloom is overpast;
Good night! Good night! Good night!

Until the Easter glory lights the skies,
Until the dead in Jesus shall arise,
And he shall come, but not in lowly guise;
Good night! Good night! Good night!

Only good night! beloved, not farewell,
A little while and all his sons shall dwell,
In hallowed union indivisible,
Good night! Good night! Good night!

Until we meet again before his throne,
Clothed in the spotless robes he gives his own,
Until we know even as we are known,
Good night! Good night! Good night!
–Sarah Doudney

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The Comfort and Sweetness of Peace
After the clouds, the sunshine,

After the winter, the spring,
After the shower< the rainbow–
For life is a changeable thing;
After the night, the morning
Bidding all darkness cease,
After life’s cares and sorrows,
The comfort and sweetness of peace.
— Helen Steiner Rice

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THE END OF THAT MAN IS PEACE
How blest the righteous when he dies!

When sinks a weary soul to rest!
How mildly beam the closing eyes!
How gently heaves th’ expiring breast!

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o’er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.

A holy quiet reigns around—
A calm which life nor death destroys;
And nought disturbs the peace profound
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell!
How bright the unchanging morn appears!
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell!

Triumphant smiles the victor’s brow,
Fanned by some guardian angel’s wing:
O grace! where is thy victory now?
And where, O death, is now thy sting?

Life’s labour done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth conspire to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies!

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THIS EARTHLY HOUSE
LORD, my house of clay
Doth crumble every day;
Hear me, thou in whom I trust,
Bring me gently unto dust.

Let my end be peace,
Let eyesight softly cease,
And these failing hands of mine
Gently be unclasped by thine.

When I come to die,
Then let me quiet lie
Even as one gone to sleep,
In that other rest more deep.

Yet thy will be done!
For when the fight is won
I shall be in endless rest,
I shall be forever blest.

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Peace My heart
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.

Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.
— Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher (1861 – 1941)

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Sleep Sweet
Sleep sweet within this quiet room,
O thou, who’er thou art,
And let no mournful yesterdays
Disturb thy quiet heart.

Nor let tomorrow mar  thy rest
With dreams of coming ill;
Thy Maker is thy changeless friend;
His love surrounds thee still.

Forget thyself, and all the world;
Put out each feverish light;
The stars are watching overhead;
Sleep sweet, goodnight; goodnight!
— Ellen M.H. Gates

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WHAT IS DEATH?
What is death? Oh! What is death?

‘Tis the snapping of the chain—
‘Tis the breaking of the bowl—
‘Tis relief from ev’ry pain—
‘Tis freedom to the soul—
‘Tis the setting of the sun
To rise again tomorrow,
A brighter course to run,
Nor sink again to sorrow.
Such is death! Yes, such is death!

What is death? Oh! What is death?
‘Tis slumber to the weary—
‘Tis rest to the forlorn—
‘Tis shelter to the dreary—
‘Tis peace amid the storm—
‘Tis the entrance to our home
‘Tis the passage to that God
Who bids His children come,
When their weary course is trod.
Such is death! Yes, such is death!
–Anonymous

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SAFELY HOME
I am Home in Heaven, dear ones;

Oh so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.

All the pain and grief are over:
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace for ever,
Safely Home in Heaven at last!

Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Ah, but Jesus’ love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.

And He came Himself to meet me
In that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus’ arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt to dread?

Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still:
Try to look beyond earth’s shadows
Pray to trust our Father’s will.

There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do I now, while life remaineth,
You shall rest in Jesus’ land.

When that work is all completed
He will gently call you Home:
Oh the rapture of that meeting!
Oh the joy to see you come!
–Anonymous

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SLEEPING IN JESUS
Asleep in Jesus! Blessed sleep!

From which none ever wakes to weep!
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes!

Asleep in Jesus! Oh! How sweet
To be for such a slumber meet:
with holy confidence to sing
That death hath lost its venomed sting!

Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest!
Whose waking it supremely blest;
No fear—no woe, shall dim that hour,
That manifests the Saviour’s power.

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HARVEST HOME
Out of the strain of the Doing

Into the peace of the Done
Out of the thirst of Pursuing
Into the rapture of Won
Out of grey mist in brightness
Out of pale dusk into Dawn—
Out of all wrong into rightness,
We from these fields shall be gone.
“Nay” say the saints “Not gone but come,
Into Eternity’s Harvest Home.”
–W.M.L. Fay

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The Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces
He will swallow up death for ever, the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth; for the Lord has spoken.

It will be said on that day, “Lo, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us. This is the Lord; we have waited for him; let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.”

Thou dost keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee, because he trusts in thee. Trust in the Lord for ever, for the Lord is an everlasting rock.
— Isaiah 25: 8-9, 26: 3-4

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It hurts very deeply when we lose someone we love. But in the midst of the heartache and confusion, It is comforting to know we can find peace in the presence of Jesus. He understands our hurt and desires to heal the pain which has touched us so deeply. ———-