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

2 There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis fair as breath of even;
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose--in heaven.

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

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

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