Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

660 (8.6.8.8.6.) William Tappan

There is an hour of peaceful rest,

To mourning wand'rers giv'n;

There is a joy for souls distressed,

A balm for every wounded breast —

'Tis found above in heav'n.

There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driv'n;

When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals

Where storms arise and oceans rolls,

And all is dark, but heav'n.

Where faith lifts up her cheerful eye

To brighter prospects giv'n;

And views the tempest passing by,

And ev'ning shadows quickly fly.

And all serene in heav'n.

There fragrant flow'rs immortal bloom,

And joys supreme are giv'n;

There joys divine disperse the gloom:

Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn of heav'n.