There Is a Calm for Those Who Weep

There is a calm for those who weep

A rest for wea­ry pil­grims found;

They safe­ly lie and sweet­ly sleep

Low in the ground

low in the ground.

The storms that sweep the win­try sky

No more dis­turb their deep re­pose

Than sum­mer ev­en­ing’s lat­est sigh

That shuts the rose

that shuts the rose.

Thy soul re­newed by grace di­vine

In God’s own im­age

freed from clay

In Heav’n’s eter­nal sphere shall shine

A star of day

a star of day.

The sun is but a spark of fire

A tran­si­ent me­te­or in the sky

The soul

im­mor­tal as its Sire

Shall nev­er die

shall nev­er die!