She Rests in Peace

Over yon­der in the church­yard

Underneath the leafy trees

There’s a place to me most sac­red

Where dear mo­ther rests in peace.

There we laid her ’neath the wil­lows

Where she calm­ly takes her rest

Where the li­lacs and the ros­es

Sweetly bloom ab­ove her breast.

And the birds are sing­ing sweet­ly

All around her qui­et grave

And the ce­dars cast their sha­dows

As ab­ove her tomb they wave.

But be­yond this world of sad­ness

Where we part with bit­ter tears

There’s a land of joy and glad­ness

With no more of cares or fears.

And dear mo­ther’s now with Je­sus

In the peace­ful Beu­lah land;

There be­side the liv­ing wa­ters

She is with the an­gel band.

Now our hearts are sad and lone­ly

For we miss dear mo­ther so;

But if we are on­ly faith­ful

To that hap­py land we’ll go.

There again we’ll meet dear mo­ther

And be part­ed nev­er­more;

There we’ll sing the love of Je­sus

While the cease­less ag­es roll.

No more part­ing

no more sad­ness

No more weep­ing

no more fears;

But in that bright land

Ely­si­um

Christ will wipe away all tears.