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426 Tappan


There is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wand'rers giv'n;
There is a joy for souls distrest,
A balm for ev'ry wounded breast:
'Tis found alone in heav'n.

There is a home for weary souls,
By sins and sorrows driv'n,
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear – 'tis heav'n.

There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart no longer riv'n,
And views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heav'n.


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