The Valley of Repose

1LOW down in this beautiful valley,
Where love crowns the meek and the lowly,
Where loud storms of envy and folly,
May roll on their billows in vain;
The low soul in humble subjection,
Shall here find unshaken protection,
The soft gales of cheering reflection,
The mind soothed from sorrow and pain.

2This low vale is far from contention,
Where no soul can dream of dissension,
No dark wiles of evil invention,
Can find out this region of peace;
O there, there, the Lord will deliver,
And souls drink of this beautiful river,
Which flows peace for ever and ever,
Where love and joy trill ever increase.