There Is an Hour of Peaceful Rest

Sheet Music

• Tune, Woodland, from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Use of the Latter Day Saints, 1844
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  • Copyright: Public Domain
  • Contributer: Veramet

Sheet Music with Previously Unassociated Tunes

• Tune: Repton; SSATBB arrangement, by Mark Hamilton Dewey (b. 1980)
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  • Arrangement Copyright: Released to the public domain on 10 May 2007
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External Sheet Music

• Cyberhymnal (nwc and midi)

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.

Lyrics from Yale Book of American Verse, 1912

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.