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!