51. The Country Lies In Deep Repose

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
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
Name: [The country lies in deep repose]
Composer: R. Bay
Meter: C. M.
Key: F Major



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