There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given ; There is a joy for souls distrest, A balm for every wounded breast ; 'Tis found above â in heaven.
2. There is a home for weary souls By sin and sorrow driven â When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear â but heaven.
3. There faith lifts up her cheerful eye To brighten prospects given ; And views the tempests passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene â in heaven.
4. There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine disperse the gloom ; Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn â of heaven !