1 There is an hour of hallowed peace
For those with cares oppressed,
When sighs and sorrowing tears shall cease,
And all be hushed to rest.
'Tis then the soul is freed from fear
And doubts which here annoy;
Then they that oft have sown in tears
Shall reap again in joy.

2 There is a home of sweet repose,
Where storms assail no ore;
The stream of endless pleasure flows
On that celestial shore.
There purity and love appear,
And bliss without alloy;
There they that oft had sown in tears
Shall reap again in joy.