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Walk in the light—and thou shalt find
 Thy heart made truly His,
Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined:
 In whom no darkness is.

Walk in the light—so shalt thou know
 That fellowship of love
His Spirit only can bestow
 Who reigns in light above.

Walk in the light—and follow on
 Till faith be turned to sight,
Where, in divine communion,
 God is Himself the light.

The Heavenly Rest.

There is an hour of heavenly rest
 To mournful wanderers given;
There is a tear for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast—
 'Tis found above—in heaven!

There is a soft, a downy bed,
 'Tis sweet as breath of even;
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
 And find repose—in heaven!

There is a home for weary souls,
 By sin and sorrow driven;
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
 And all is drear—but heaven!

There faith lifts up the tearful eye,
 The heart with anguish riven;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
 And all serene is heaven!

The fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
 And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the confines of the tomb
 Appears the dawn of heaven!