LVII.—THE HEAVENLY REST.ANON.
ANON.
1. There is an hour of peaceful restTo mourning wanderers given,There is a tear for souls distrest,A balm for every wounded breast—’Tis found above—in heaven!2. There is a soft, a downy bed,’Tis sweet as breath of even;A couch for weary mortals spread,Where they may rest the aching head,And find repose in heaven!3. There is a home for weary souls,By sin and sorrow driven,When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoalsWhere storms arise, and ocean rolls,And all is drear—but heaven!4. There faith lifts up the tearful eye,The heart with anguish riven;And views the tempest passing by,The evening shadows quickly fly,And all serene in heaven!5. The fragrant flowers immortal bloom.And joys supreme are given;There rays divine disperse the gloom:Beyond the confines of the tombAppears the dawn of heaven!
1. There is an hour of peaceful restTo mourning wanderers given,There is a tear for souls distrest,A balm for every wounded breast—’Tis found above—in heaven!2. There is a soft, a downy bed,’Tis sweet as breath of even;A couch for weary mortals spread,Where they may rest the aching head,And find repose in heaven!3. There is a home for weary souls,By sin and sorrow driven,When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoalsWhere storms arise, and ocean rolls,And all is drear—but heaven!4. There faith lifts up the tearful eye,The heart with anguish riven;And views the tempest passing by,The evening shadows quickly fly,And all serene in heaven!5. The fragrant flowers immortal bloom.And joys supreme are given;There rays divine disperse the gloom:Beyond the confines of the tombAppears the dawn of heaven!
1. There is an hour of peaceful restTo mourning wanderers given,There is a tear for souls distrest,A balm for every wounded breast—’Tis found above—in heaven!
1. There is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given,
There is a tear for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast—
’Tis found above—in heaven!
2. There is a soft, a downy bed,’Tis sweet as breath of even;A couch for weary mortals spread,Where they may rest the aching head,And find repose in heaven!
2. There is a soft, a downy bed,
’Tis sweet as breath of even;
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose in heaven!
3. There is a home for weary souls,By sin and sorrow driven,When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoalsWhere storms arise, and ocean rolls,And all is drear—but heaven!
3. 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!
4. There faith lifts up the tearful eye,The heart with anguish riven;And views the tempest passing by,The evening shadows quickly fly,And all serene in heaven!
4. There faith lifts up the tearful eye,
The heart with anguish riven;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven!
5. The fragrant flowers immortal bloom.And joys supreme are given;There rays divine disperse the gloom:Beyond the confines of the tombAppears the dawn of heaven!
5. The 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!