My Soul, there is a country
      Afar beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
      All skillful 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 flow’r 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.
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