One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads | ||
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[Somewhere, quiet in the rest of God]
“God is the Lord which has showed us light.”
Somewhere, quiet in the rest of God,
Live our dead, the well-belovèd dead;
Though we seem'd to leave them 'neath the sod,
To the everlasting hills they sped,
There they sit,—the well-belovèd dead.
Live our dead, the well-belovèd dead;
Though we seem'd to leave them 'neath the sod,
To the everlasting hills they sped,
There they sit,—the well-belovèd dead.
Somewhere, in the counsels known on high,
Certain as the southing of a star,
Stands the hour writ down when I shall die.
O to go where all my good things are,
Calmly as the southing of a star.
Certain as the southing of a star,
Stands the hour writ down when I shall die.
O to go where all my good things are,
Calmly as the southing of a star.
Somewhere, safely hidden, lost in light,
Our good country lies—Immanuel's land;
Earn'd for us and soon to bless our sight.
Anchor'd fast to God, a radiant strand,
O my heart's desire—Immanuel's land.
Our good country lies—Immanuel's land;
Earn'd for us and soon to bless our sight.
Anchor'd fast to God, a radiant strand,
O my heart's desire—Immanuel's land.
One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads | ||