There Is an Hour of Peaceful Rest |
William B. Tappan, 1818
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.
2. There is a home for weary souls, | 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.
4. There fragrant flow'rs immortal bloom, |