1 Oh where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh:
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years--
And all that life is love.
4 There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
5 Lord God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun:--
Lest we be driven from Thy face,
And evermore undone.
6 Here would we end our quest--
Alone are found in Thee,
The life of perfect love--the rest
Of immortality.
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First Line: | Oh where shall rest be found |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Man a Sinner: Awakened |