Christian Worship Heaven Anticipated.
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 alone in heaven.
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-’tis heaven.
There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart no longer riven,-
And views the tempest passing by,
Sees 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 dark and narrow tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.