Text: | The Country Lies In Deep Repose |
Author: | B. S. Ingemann |
Tune: | [The country lies in deep repose] |
Composer: | R. Bay |
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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The country lies in deep repose |
Title: | The Country Lies In Deep Repose |
Author: | B. S. Ingemann |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1927 |
Topic: | Morning and Evening |
Notes: | Danish first line: Fred Hviler over Land og By; Translator: P. C. Paulsen |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [The country lies in deep repose] |
Composer: | R. Bay |
Meter: | C. M. |
Key: | F Major |