Heavenly Rest

There is an hour of peaceful rest,To mourning wander'rs given;There is a joy for souls distress'd,A balm for every wounded breast,'Tis found alone in heaven.

There is a soft, a downy bed,As fair as breath of even;A couch for weary mortals spread,Where they may rest the aching head,And find repose 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 rollsAnd all is drear—but heaven.

There faith lifts up the tearless eye,To brighter prospects given;It views the tempest passing by,Sees 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 dark, the narrow tombAppears the dawn of heaven.