The Country Lies In Deep Repose
The country lies in deep repose,
And peace rules hearth and home,
While silver clouds the moon inclose
And through the heavens roam.
The lake without a ripple lies
In heaven’s soft embrace;
From yonder hills sweet voices rise
And thank the Lord of grace.
While earth succumbs to peaceful rest
And finds from cares relief,
I hid thee, stranger, in my breast;
Forget thy fear and grief.
Make peace with ev’ry soul that here
May not thee understand;
Behold from heaven’s lofty sphere
Peace falls upon the land!
An angel, standing by thy side
With healing on his wings,
To thee, when falls the eventide,
Sweet peace from heaven brings.
Oh, learn of him thy evening song:
Peace be to ev’ry soul!
Though here he may not tarry long,
He leads to yonder goal.