Reside in that heavenly word!
More precious than silver and gold,
Or all that the earth can afford.
But the sound of the church-going bell
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Never sighed at the sound of a knell,
Or smiled when the Sabbath appeared.
9. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest,
The beast has laid down in his lair;
Even here is a season of rest,