There is an hour of peaceful rest,

To mourning wanderers given;

There is a tear for souls distressed,

A balm for every wounded breast—

’Tis found above—in heaven.

2 There is a home for weary souls,

By sins and sorrows driven;

When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals,

Where storms arise and ocean rolls,

And all is drear—but heaven.

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,

The heart with anguish riven;

It views the tempest passing by,

Sees evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene—in heaven.

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,

And joys supreme are given;

There rays divine disperse the gloom;

Beyond the dark and narrow tomb

Appears the dawn—of heaven.