Like a river glorious is God's perfect peace, over all victorious in its bright increase: perfect, yet still flowing fuller every day; perfect, yet still growing deeper all the way. Trusting in the Father, hearts are fully blest, finding, as he promised, perfect peace and rest. Hidden in the hollow of his mighty hand, where no harm can follow, in his strength we stand. We may trust him fully all for us to do; those who trust him wholly find him wholly true 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.