Up creeps the deadly delicious calm.
"I have blotted out as a cloud thy sins, and as a thick cloud thy trespasses, and will remember them no more for ever." We weep with soft transporting joy.
A few experience this; many imagine they experience it, one here and there lies about it.

In the main, "The peace with God; a sense of sins forgiven," stands for a certain mental and physical reaction.

Its reality those know who have felt it.
And we, on that moonlight night, put down our head on the window, "Oh, God! we are happy, happy; thy child forever.

Oh, thank you, God!" and we drop asleep.
Next morning the Bible we kiss.

We are God's forever.