1 Oh, where shall rest be found—
Rest for the weary soul?
’Twere vain the ocean’s depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.

Refrain:
Behold
Behold,
Oh, haste to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.

2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
’Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die. [Refrain]

3 Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love. [Refrain]