There is a land of peace and love,
Where troubled hearts find rest;
No gloom, nor storm, nor lonely night
Can ever dim th'eternal light
Of that bright home above.

Angles and throngs of saints are there,
Circling the Throne of God;
Crowned with twelve stars, a Virgin Queen
In the pure light of God is seen,
Immaculate and fair.

No sorrow e'er can reach that shore,
And there no tear shall fall;
Earth's glories all shall pass away,
Lost in the light of endless day,
And grief shall be no more.

And oh! When on our raptured gaze
Shall break the sight of God,
Then shall our harboured spirit rest
Wrapt in the Vision of the bless'd,
Mid songs of ceaseless praise.

How sweet for wearied souls to rest,
Near to the Sacred Heart,
Sheltered within Love's sacred shrine,
Resting at Jesus' feet divine,
There to be ever bIest.

Then shall life's fevered toil be o'er,
And restless hearts be calm,
Then shall these anxious yearnings cease
And troubled spirit rest in peace,
On Heav'n's eternal shore.

Fear not, though still earth's dark'ning gloom
O'ershadows life's lone path;
Jesus has shown the heav'n-ward way,
Which leads to realms of endless day,
To our dear Father's home.