O Where Shall Rest Be Found?

O where shall rest be found

Rest for the wea­ry soul?

’Twere vain the ocean’s depths to sound

Or pierce to ei­ther pole.

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.

Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life ab­ove

Unmeasured by the flight of years

And all that life is love.

There is a death

whose pang

Outlasts the fleet­ing breath:

O what eter­nal hor­rors hang

Around the second death!

Lord God of truth and grace

Teach us that death to shun;

Lest we be ban­ished from Thy face

And ev­er­more un­done.

Here would we end our quest:

Alone are found in Thee

The life of per­fect love—the rest

Of im­mor­tal­ity.