There remaineth…a rest to the people of God. Hebrews 4:9
Words: William B. Tappan, 1818. Tappan wrote this hymn in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, for the Franklin Gazette. It was published in the first volume of his Poems in 1818.
If you know where to get a good picture of Gould (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
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 Heav’n.
There is a soft, a downy bed,
Far from these shades 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,
When storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but Heav’n.
There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in Heav’n.
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 Heav’n.