Full Lyrics
Gentle Peace is crowning
Ev'ry hill and dell;
Nature slumbers, owning
Night's enchanting spell;
Still, with wild endeavour,
Fall the stream below,
Gurgling onward ever
With unceasing flow.
Ne'er doth Night allure it
Soft repose to try;
Nor the tinkling vespers
Sound its lullaby;
So, in all thy longings,
None but God beside,
Hath the power to give thee
Rest at eventide.
