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Hymn 214: O where shall rest be found

HYMN CCXIV.

O where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul? 'Twere vain the ocean-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 Ontlasts 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 banish'd 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.