Now Rests Her Soul in Jesu’s Arms

Now rests her soul in Je­su’s arms

Her body in the grave sleeps well

His heart her death-chilled heart re-warms

And rest more deep than tongue can tell

Her few brief hours of con­flict passed

She finds with Christ

her friend

at last;

She bathes in tran­quil seas of peace

God wipes away her tears

she feels

New life that all her lan­guor heals

The glo­ry of the Lamb she sees.

She hath es­caped all dan­ger now

Her pain and sigh­ing all are fled;

The crown of joy is on her brow

Eternal glo­ries o’er her shed

In gold­en robes

a queen

a bride

She stand­eth at her sov­er­eign’s side

She sees His face un­veiled and bright;

With joy and love He greets her soul

She feels her­self made in­ly whole

A less­er light amid His light.

The child hath now its Fa­ther seen

And feels what kind­ling love may be

And know­eth what those words may mean

Himself

the Fa­ther

lov­eth thee.

A shore­less ocean

an abyss

Unfathomed

filled with good and bliss

Now breaks on her en­rap­tured sight;

She sees God’s face

she learn­eth there

What this shall be

to be His heir

Joint-heir with Christ her Lord

in light.

The body rests

its la­bors over

And sleeps till Christ shall bid it wake;

The dust that earth and dark­ness co­ver

Then as a sun its tomb shall break.

Ah

with what joy it rises then

To meet the per­fect soul again!

Redeemed from death

no more to sev­er

At that great mar­riage feast shall they

With all the saints their hom­age pay

And wor­ship there the Lamb for ev­er.

We who yet wan­der through the waste

In faith long aft­er Thee on high;

While here the bread of tears we taste

We think upo­n that home of joy

Where we (who knows how soon?) shall meet

With all the saints at Je­su’s feet

And dwell with Him for ev­er there.

We shall see God; how deep the bliss

We know not yet that lies in this;

Lord Je­sus

come

our hearts pre­pare!