1 There is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast--
’Tis found above--in heaven.

2 There is a home for weary souls
By sin and sorrow driven;
When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals,
When storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear--but heaven.

3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene--in heaven.

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There joys divine disperse the gloom:
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

Amen.