Sleep Thy Last Sleep

Sleep thy last sleep

free from care and sor­row;

Rest

where none weep

till th’eter­nal mor­row;

Though dark waves roll o’er the silent riv­er

Thy fainting soul Je­sus can deliver.

Life’s dream is past

all its sin

its sad­ness

Brightly at last

dawns a day of glad­ness:

Under thy sod

earth

receive our trea­sure

To rest in God

waiting all His plea­sure.

Though we may mourn those in life the dear­est

They shall return

Christ

when Thou ap­pear­est:

Soon shall thy voice comfort those now weep­ing

Bidding rejoice all in Je­sus sleep­ing.