God’s peace is a river glorious; fuller its flow every day. Not as deep still waters, yet all the way— it deeper grows. All new days, its increase makes bright. God’s grace a downward flow; never the same. Each time new; “grace displaces grace.” The “new” sends forth the “present.” Its love will not let go; to oceans wide its power flows. At Jordan’s edge where new worlds beckon, He stands— calling.