O where shall rest be found—

Rest for the weary soul?

’Twere vain the ocean-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:

O what eternal horrors hang

Around the second death!

5 Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun,

Lest we be banished from thy face,

And evermore undone.