Like A River Glorious

This hymn was written in 1876. That year, Frances Havergal was on vacation in the south of Wales where she caught a severe cold and inflammation of the lungs. She was told that she might die and her amazing response was “If I am really going, it is too good to be true.”¬†She however survived and wrote this hymn later that year.

Frances was very frail in health in went home to be with the Lord at the age of 42. Her dying words were “Come, Lord Jesus, come and fetch me.” She had a peace that truly “passeth all understanding”.

Lyrics: Frances R. Havergal
Music: James Mountain

Like a river glorious is God’s perfect peace,
Over all victorious, in its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth deeper all the way.

Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest
Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.

Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry touch the spirit there.

Every joy or trial falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial by the Sun of Love;
We may trust Him fully all for us to do;
They who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.

This is quite an inspiring hymn with a simple but beautiful melody.

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