Rest in Heaven

Should sor­row o’er thy brow

Its dark­ened sha­dows fling

And hopes that cheer thee now

Die in their ear­ly spring;

Should plea­sure at its birth

Fade like the hues of ev’n

Turn thou away from earth

There’s rest for thee in Heav’n.

There’s rest

there’s rest

There’s rest for thee in Heav­en

O turn from earth away

There’s rest for thee in Heav’n.

If ev­er life should seem

To thee a toil­some way—

And glad­ness cease to beam

Upon its cloud­ed day;

If like the wea­ry dove

O’er shore­less oceans driv­en;

Raise thou thine eyes ab­ove

There’s rest for thee in Heav’n.

But O

if thorn­less flow­ers

Throughout thy path­way bloom—

And joyful­ly fleet the hours

Unstained by earth­ly gloom—

Still

let not ev­ery thought

To this poor world be giv­en;

Nor al­ways be for­got

Thy bet­ter rest in Heav’n.

When sick­ness pales thy cheek

And dims thy lus­trous eye

And puls­es low and week

Tell of a time to die—

Sweet hope will whis­per then

Though thou from earth be riv­en

There’s bliss be­yond the ken

There’s rest for thee in Heav’n!