Rest In Heaven

When tossed on time's tempestuous tide, By angry storms resistless driven, One hope can bid our fears subside-- It is the hope of rest in Heaven.

With trusting heart we lift our eyes Above the dark clouds, tempest-driven, And view, beyond those troubled skies, The peaceful, stormless rest of Heaven.

No more to shed the exile's tears,-- No more the heart by anguish riven,-- No longer bent 'neath toilful years,-- How sweet will be the rest of Heaven