There is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given:
There is a joy for souls distressed—
A balm for every wounded breast;
Tis found above—in heaven.
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 heaven!
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!
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!
There 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!
Matt. 11:2828Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28): —“Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” This is perfect grace; no restriction; no setting the Jew in the foremost seat of honor. But “Come unto me all ye that labor....and I will give you rest.” It is without condition or qualification, if the needy but go to Him. “Come unto me”—“Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out.”