" THERE'S rest for us in heaven :"
O, blissful words are they ;
That hope to us is given
Of an immortal day.
Mother, with the careworn brow,
"Watching o'er thy children,
0, turn away from earth's hopes now,
"There's rest for thee in heaven."
Father, with hairs silvered white,
Toiling until even,
0, turn away from earthly light,
" There 's rest for thee in heaven."
Mourner, bending o'er the sod,
Though deep thy heartstring's riven,
Murmur not against thy God,
" There's rest for thee in heaven."
Sweet and broken-hearted one,
"Weeping o'er love not given,
Thy race of life is nearly run,
" There's rest for thee in heaven."
