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.
Source: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #51
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Hymnal for Church and Home #51||The Country Lies In Deep Repose||The country lies in deep repose||[The country lies in deep repose]||B. S. Ingemann||C. M.||1927||Morning and Evening ||
|Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #51||The Country Lies In Deep Repose||The country lies in deep repose||B. S. Ingemann||C. M.||1928||Morning and Evening ||