’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 shoals
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear—but heaven!
4. There faith lifts up the tearful eye,