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Revision as of 20:58, 19 May 2007
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
Sheet Music with Previously Unassociated Tunes
- Tune: Repton; SSATBB arrangement, by Mark Hamilton Dewey (b. 1980)
- MIDI
- LilyPond
- Arrangement Copyright: Released to the public domain on 10 May 2007
- Contributer: Veramet 03:06, 19 May 2007 (MDT)
External Sheet Music
Tunes
- Woodland[1], 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[2], 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.
Lyrics from Yale Book of American Verse, 1912[3]
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,
'T is 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.
