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1 Nature hath seasons of repose;
Her slumbering clouds and quiet sky;
And many a bright-faced stream that flows
Onward for ever noiselessly.
2 The stormy winds are hushed to rest,
And hang self-poised upon their wings;
And, nursed on mother nature's breast,
Sweet flowers lie like sleeping things.
3 The ocean, that in mountains ran,
Spreads boundlessly without a wave;
And is it only said of man,
His peace is in the gloomy grave?
4 Oh, for the coming of the end,
The last long Sabbath-day of time,
When peace from heaven shall descend
Like heaven's own light, on every clime.
5 When men in ships far off at sea
Shall hear the happy nations raise
The song of peace and liberty,
The chant of overflowing praise.
6 Mankind shall be one brotherhood;
One human soul shall fill the earth;
And God shall say, The world is good,
As in the day I gave it birth.Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #804