Peace

My soul, there is a country

Afar beyond the stars,

Where stands a wingèd sentry

All skilful in the wars:

There, above noise and danger

Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles

And One, born in a manger

Commands the beauteous files.

He is thy gracious Friend

And -- O my soul, awake! --

Did in pure love descend

To die here for thy sake.

If thou canst get but thither,

There grows the flower of Peace,

The Rose that cannot wither,

Thy fortress and thy ease.

Leave then thy foolish ranges,

For none can thee secure

But One who never changes,

Thy God, thy life, thy cure.