There’s Peace and Rest in Paradise

There’s peace and rest in para­dise

In wea­ry hours we say;

And oh that we had wings like doves

That we might flee away!

For here so strong the ev­il seems

So weak ap­pears the good

Our stand­ard wa­vers in the rush

Of ev­il

like a flood.

At times

through the long lone­ly watch

Nor sun nor moon ap­pears;

Without

in­ces­sant fight­ings are

Within

in­ces­sant fears.

Then for the qui­et land we long

And the abode of peace;

And for the word

Come

wea­ry soul

From war and vi­gil cease!

But in our strong­er hours we grasp

The war­ri­or’s sword again

And burn the good fight yet to fight

The faith­ful watch main­tain.

We fain would tread the fa­mous way

Martyrs and saints have trod;

The hours ebb fast of this one day

Of nob­lest war for God!

The Lord Him­self hath need of us;

On! till the fight be won;

And the King’s words shall thrill the heart:

Servant of God

well done!