Songs of Farewell: I. My Soul, there is a Country
Hubert Parry, Henry Vaughan
My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged 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 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.