O where shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul?

‘Twere vain the ocean’s depths to sound,

Or pierce to either pole.

The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;

'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years;

And all that life is love.

There is a death, whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath;

ppO what eternal horrors hang

Around the second death!

Thou God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun,

Lest we be banished from thy face

For ever more undone.

Here we end our prayers,

The world of perfect love;

And eternal rest of the Lord is found

in Him alone.