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Beyond the dark and narrow tomb,<br> | Beyond the dark and narrow tomb,<br> | ||
Appears the dawn - of heav'n. | Appears the dawn - of heav'n. | ||
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+ | ==Lyrics from [[An American Anthology, 1787 - 1900]], 1900== | ||
+ | 1. There is an hour of peaceful rest<br> | ||
+ | To mourning wanderers given;<br> | ||
+ | There is a joy for souls distrest,<br> | ||
+ | A balm for every wounded breast,<br> | ||
+ | ’Tis found alone in heaven. | ||
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+ | 2. There is a soft, a downy bed,<br> | ||
+ | Far from these shades of even—<br> | ||
+ | A couch for weary mortals spread,<br> | ||
+ | Where they may rest the aching head,<br> | ||
+ | And find repose, in heaven. | ||
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+ | 3. There is a home for weary souls<br> | ||
+ | By sin and sorrow driven;<br> | ||
+ | When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals,<br> | ||
+ | Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,<br> | ||
+ | And all is drear but heaven. | ||
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+ | 4. There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,<br> | ||
+ | To brighter prospects given;<br> | ||
+ | And views the tempest passing by,<br> | ||
+ | The evening shadows quickly fly,<br> | ||
+ | And all serene in heaven. | ||
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+ | 5. There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,<br> | ||
+ | And joys supreme are given;<br> | ||
+ | There rays divine disperse the gloom:<br> | ||
+ | Beyond the confines of the tomb<br> | ||
+ | Appears the dawn of heaven. | ||
[[category:Hymns]] | [[category:Hymns]] |
Revision as of 01:38, 19 May 2007
Contents
Sheet Music
- Tune, Woodland, from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Use of the Latter Day Saints, 1844
- MIDI
- LilyPond
- Copyright: Public Domain
- Contributer: Veramet
Tunes
- Woodland, by Nathaniel Duren Gould (1781 - 1864), 1840
Lyrics
- Poet: William Bingham Tappan (1794 - 1849), 1818
Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Use of the Latter Day Saints, 1844
1. There is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wand'rers giv'n:
There is a tear for souls distressed,
A balm for ev'ry wounded breast -
'Tis found alone - in heav'n.
2. 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 - but heav'n.
3. There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart with anguish riv'n;
It views the tempest passing by,
Sees ev'ning shadows quickly fly,
And all serene - in heav'n.
4. There fragrant flow'rs immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are giv'n;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb,
Appears the dawn - of heav'n.
Lyrics from An American Anthology, 1787 - 1900, 1900
1. There is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast,
’Tis found alone in heaven.
2. There is a soft, a downy bed,
Far from these shades of even—
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose, in heaven.
3. There is a home for weary souls
By sin and sorrow driven;
When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heaven.
4. There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.
5. There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom:
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.