Hymn 44 |

Hymn 44

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.

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