And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face,
Look heavenly and divine.

4 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;

We would adore His grace below,
And sing His power above.

5 Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,

Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise With our immortal tongues.

1 Oh, where shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul?.

'Twere vain the ocean's 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.

3 Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years-
And all that life is love.

4 There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh, what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
5 Lord God of truth and grace!

Teach us that death to shun:
Lest we be driven from Thy face,
And evermore undone.

6 Here would we end our quest;
Alone are found in Thee
The life of perfect love, the rest
Of immortality.