First Line: There is a calm, beyond life's fitful fever,

There is a calm, beyond life's fitful fever,
A deep repose, an everlasting rest;
Where white-robed angels welcome the believer
Among the blest, among the blest.
There is a Home, where all the soul's deep yearnings
And silent prayers shall be at last fulfilled;
Where strife and sorrow, murmurings and heart-burnings,
At last are stilled, at last are stilled.

2 There is a Hope, to which the Christian, clinging,
Is lifted high above life's surging wave ;
Finds life in death, and fadeless flowers springing
From the dark grave, from the dark grave.
There is a Crown, prepared for those who love Him ;
The Christian sees it in the distance shine.
Like a bright beacon glittering above him
And whispers, Mine ! and whispers, Mine !

3 There is a spotless Robe of Christ'.? own weaving :
Wilt thou not wrap it round thy sin-stained soul ?
Poor wandering child, upon thy past
life grieving, [makes thee whole !
Christ makes thee whole 1 Christ
There is a Home, a Harp, a Crown in heaven —
O God ! that any should Thy gift refuse !
The awful choice of life and death is given —
Which wilt thou choose? which wilt thou choose ?