So Rest—My Rest!

So rest—my Rest!

Thou ev­er blest!

Thy grave with sin­ners mak­ing

By Thy pre­cious death

from sin

My dead soul awak­ing!

Here hast Thou lain

After much pain

Life of my life

re­pos­ing!

Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave

Rock of Ag­es

clos­ing.

Breath of all breath!

I know from death

Thou wilt my soul awak­en!

Wherefore should I dread the grave

Or my faith be shak­en?

To me the tomb

Is but a room

Where I lie down with Je­sus!

Who by death hath con­quered death

Safely there re­ceives us!

The bo­dy dies

(Naught else) and lies

In dust

un­til vic­tor­ious

From the grave

it shall arise

Beautiful and glo­ri­ous!

Meantime I will

My Je­sus

still

Deep in my bo­som lay Thee

Musing on Thy death; in death

Be with me

I pray Thee!