There is an hour of hallowed peace

For those with care oppressed,

When sighs and sorrowing tears shall cease,

And all be hushed to rest.

2 ’Tis then the soul is freed from fears

And doubts which here annoy;

Then they that oft had sown in tears,

Shall reap again in joy.

3 There is a home of sweet repose,

Where storms assail no more;

The stream of endless pleasure flows,

On that celestial shore.

4 There purity with love appears,

And bliss without alloy;

There they that oft had sown in tears

Shall reap again in joy.