When tossed on time's tempestuous tide,
By angry storms resistless driven,
One hope can bid our fears subside -
It is the hope of rest in Heaven.
With trusting heart we lift our eyes
Above the dark clouds, tempest-driven,
And view, beyond those troubled skies,
The peaceful, stormless rest of Heaven.
No more to shed the exile's tears, -
No more the heart by anguish riven, -
No longer bent 'neath toilful years, -
How sweet will be the rest of Heaven