1 My soul, there is a country
far beyond the stars,
where stands a wingèd sentry
all skilful in the wars.
2 There, above noise and danger,
sweet peace sits crowned with smiles,
and One born in a manger
commands the beauteous files.
3 He is thy gracious Friend,
and — O my soul, awake! —
did in pure love descend,
to die here for thy sake.
4 If thou canst get but thither,
there grows the flower of peace,
the rose that cannot wither,
thy fortress and thy ease.
5 Leave then thy foolish ranges,
for none can thee secure
but one who never changes,
thy God, thy life, thy cure.
Source: Ancient and Modern: hymns and songs for refreshing worship #735
|First Line:||My soul, there is a country|
|Title:||The country of peace|
My soul, there is a countrie. H. Vaughan. Heaven—Peace.] This poem on "Peace" appeared in 20 lines in his Silex Scintillans, or Sacred Poems, Pt. i., 1650 (2nd ed. 1655); in Lyte's reprint of the same, 1847, and in the Bell and Daldy reprint, 1858. In the reduced form of 4 stanzas of 4 lines, it was given in the People's Hymnal, 1867; and in its full and unaltered form, as a hymn for " Private Use," in Thring's Collection, 1882.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)