From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition
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.
In this divine abode,
Change leaves no saddening trace;
Come, trusting heart, come to thy God,
Thy holy resting-place.