The Sweet Relief

Verse 1

There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found; They softly lie, and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground.

Verse 2

The storm that sweeps the wintry sky No more disturbs their deep repose Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose.

Verse 3

Then, traveler in the vale of tears, To realms of everlasting light, Through time's dark wilderness of years Pursue thy flight.

Verse 4

Thy soul, renewed by grace divine, In God's own image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day.