1 There is an hour of hallowed peace,
For those with care oppressed,
When sighs and sorr'wing tears shall cease,
And all be hushed to rest:

2 ‘Tis then the soul is freed from fears,
And doubts here here annoy:
Then they that oft have sown in tears
Shall reap again in joy.

3 There is a home of sweet repose,
Where storms assail no more;
The stream of endless pleasure flows
On that celestial shore:

4 There purity with love appears,
And bliss without alloy;
Then they that oft had sown in tears
Shall reap again in joy.