HYMN 112. P. M

1 There is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a tear for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast-
‘T is found alone in heaven.MIM 125.1

2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sins and sorrows driven,
When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-but heaven.MIM 125.2

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart with anguish riven;
It views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene-in heaven.MIM 125.3

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.MIM 125.4