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(1121) Heaven's Joys.
There is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wand'rers giv'n;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for ev'ry wounded breast--
'Tis found above--in heav'n.
2 There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis fair as breath of even;
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose--in heav'n.
3 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driv'n;
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear--but heav'n.
4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects giv'n;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene--in heav'n.
Wm. B. Tappan, 1829.