O my soul, with wonder tell,

O my soul, with wonder tell,
Jesus has done all things well;
And, through his atoning blood,
I've a settled peace with God.

He bequeathed his peace to me,
As a gift divinely free;
And it is his righteous will,
That my soul in peace shall dwell.

Love to such vile worms as I,
Brought the Saviour from the sky;
Every foe for them to quell,
Jesus conquered death and hell.

Gifts like this, so full and free,
Stand as firm as Deity;
God has sworn, nor can he lie,
It shall last eternally.

Justice, mercy, truth, and love,
Every attribute of God,
Join to make this peace secure,
And it must and shall endure.

What a solid basis this!
Such a peace can never miss,
But produce a grateful mind,
To a God so vastly kind.

Mourning souls who feel the smart
Of a guilty, treacherous heart,
And with mighty care and pain,
Struggle hard relief to gain;

Labour hard you may, and long,
But you'll find your foes too strong;
Solid peace can ne'er be had,
Only through a Saviour's blood.

Jesus, mighty Prince of Peace,
Now proclaim a full release;
Set poor captive sinners free;
Give them solid peace in thee.