The Land of Rest

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.

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.

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.

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.

There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,

And joys supreme are given;

There rays divine disperse the gloom;

Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn of heaven!