1 There is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast:
’Tis found above--in heaven.
2 There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis fair as breath of even;
A couch for weary mortals spread
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose--in heaven.
3 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven,--
When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear--but heaven.
4 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene--in heaven.
5 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 of heaven!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | There is an hour of peaceful rest |
Meter: | C. M. 51. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Heaven |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |