First Line: Oh for the peace that floweth as a river,

Oh for the peace that floweth as a river,
Making life's desert places bloom and smile ;
Oh for the faith to grasp Heaven's bright for ever,
Amid the shadows of earth's little while.

2 A little while for patient vigil keeping,
To face the storm and wrestle with the strong ;
A little while to sow the seed with weeping,
Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest song.

3 A little while the earthen pitcher taking
To wayside brooks, from far-off mountains fed ;
Then the parched lip its thirst for ever slaking
Beside the fulness of the Fountain-head.

4 A little while to keep the oil from failing,
A little while faith's flickering lamp to trim,
And then the Bridegroom's coming footsteps hailing,
We'll haste to meet Him with the bridal hymn.