My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars
Where stands a wingèd sentry
All skilful in the wars:

There, above noise and danger
Sweet Peace sits crowned 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 Rosе that cannot wither
Thy fortress and thy easе

Leave then thy foolish ranges
For none can thee secure
But One who never changes
Thy God, thy life, thy cure