There is an hour of hallowed peace
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There is an hour of hallowed peaceFor those with cares oppressed,When sighs and sorrowing tears shall cease,And all be hushed to rest.'Tis then the soul is freed from fearsAnd doubts which here annoy;Then they that oft have sown in tearsShall reap again in joy.
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There is a home of sweet repose,Where storms assail no more;The stream of endless pleasure flowsOn that celestial shore.There purity and love appear,And bliss without alloy;There they that oft had sown in tearsShall reap again in joy.