#102The Valley of Repose

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LOW 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.
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This 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.