He Giveth His Belovèd Sleep

Sorrow and care may meet

The tem­pest cloud may low’r

The surge of sin may beat

Upon earth’s trou­bled shore;

God doth His own in safe­ty keep

He giv­eth His be­lov­èd sleep

He giv­eth His be­lov­èd sleep.

The din of war may roll

With all her rag­ing flight

Grief may op­press the soul

Throughout the wea­ry nigh;

God doth His own in safe­ty keep

He giveth His be­lov­èd sleep

He giv­eth His be­lov­èd sleep.

In child­hood’s win­some page

In man­hood’s joy­ous bloom

In fee­ble­ness and age

In death’s dark ga­ther­ing gloom

God will His own in safe­ty keep

He giv­eth His be­lov­èd sleep

He giv­eth His be­lov­èd sleep.