1 Oh, where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul!
'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
2 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.
3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above;
Unmeasured by the flight of years--
And all that life is love.
4 There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh! what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
5 Lord, God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be driven from thy face,
And evermore undone.
|First Line:||Oh, where shall rest be found|
|Topic:||The Christian System: Justification By Faith; Issues of Life and Death|