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The Country Lies In Deep Repose

Author: B. S. Ingemann Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #51 (1927) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The country lies in deep repose, And peace rules hearth and home, While silver clouds the moon inclose And through the heavens roam. 2 The lake without a ripple lies In heaven's soft embrace; From yonder hills sweet voices rise And thank the Lord of grace. 3 While earth succumbs to peaceful rest And finds from cares relief, I bid thee, stranger, in my breast: Forget thy fear and grief. 4 Make peace with ev'ry soul that here May not thee understand; Behold from heaven's lofty sphere Peace falls upon the land! 5 An angel, standing by thy side With healing on his wings, To thee, when falls the eventide, Sweet peace from heaven brings. 6 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. Topics: Morning and Evening Languages: English Tune Title: [The country lies in deep repose]
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The Country Lies In Deep Repose

Author: B. S. Ingemann Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #51 (1928) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The country lies in deep repose, And peace rules hearth and home, While silver clouds the moon inclose And through the heavens roam. 2 The lake without a ripple lies In heaven's soft embrace; From yonder hills sweet voices rise And thank the Lord of grace. 3 While earth succumbs to peaceful rest And finds from cares relief, I hid thee, stranger, in my breast; Forget thy fear and grief. 4 Make peace with ev'ry soul that here May not thee understand; Behold from heaven's lofty sphere Peace falls upon the land! 5 An angel, standing by thy side With healing on his wings, To thee, when falls the eventide, Sweet peace from heaven brings. 6 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. Topics: Morning and Evening Languages: English

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