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 — in heaven.
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.
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 — in heaven.
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!