The Land of Rest

Verse 1

There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wand’rers giv'n; There is a joy for souls distrest, A balm for ev'ry wounded breast: ’Tis found above--in heav’n.

Verse 2

There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driv'n,-- When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals, When storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear--but heav’n.

Verse 3

There faith lifts up the tearless eye, To brighter prospects giv'n, And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene--in heav’n.

Verse 4

There, fragrant flow'rs immortal bloom, And joys supreme are giv'n; There rays divine disperse the gloom; Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heav’n.

Verse 5

Amen.