Come to the land of peace! From shadows come away; Where all the sounds of weeping cease, And storms no more have sway! | Fear hath no dwelling here; But pure repose and love Breathe through the bright, celestial air The spirit of the dove. | Come to the bright and blest, Gathered from every land; For here thy soul shall find its rest, Amidst the shining band. | In this divine abode Change leaves no saddening trace; Come, trusting spirit, to thy God, Thy holy resting-place! | |