Sometimes when misgivings darken the day,
And faith's light I cannot see;
I ask my dear Lord to brighten the way,
He whispers sweet peace to me.

I could not go on without Him, I know,
The world would o'erwhelm my soul;
For I could not see the right way to go
When temptations o'er me roll.

I trust Him thru faith, by faith hold His hand,
And sometimes my faith is weak;
And then when I ask Him to take command,
It seems that I hear Him speak.

He speaks in a still, small voice we are told,
A voice that dispels all fear;
And when I'm in doubt, or troubled in soul,
That still, small voice I can hear.

Yes, He whispers to me,
He whispers sweet peace to me;
When I am cast down in spirit and soul,
He whispers sweet peace to me.

He whispers sweet peace to me, He whispers sweet peace to me;