Belovèd, Sleep

Belovèd

sleep

Thy con­flicts now are past

Life’s bat­tle fought

thy bliss be­gun

And thou art crowned at last.

Rest

sweet­ly rest

Thy tears are wiped away

Thy sigh­ing hushed

thy song be­gun

And thine eter­nal day.

Sweet

dream­less sleep

The Mas­ter said

Well done!

Thy wea­ry head

up­on His breast

Reclined at set of sun.

We wait in hope

Till Je­sus comes again;

We’ll meet thee then

to part to no more

Beyond the reach of pain.

Belovèd

sleep.