Sleep on
belovèd
sleep
and take thy rest;
Lay down thy head upon the Savior’s breast;
We love thee well
but Jesus loves thee best—
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Calm is thy slumber as an infant’s sleep;
But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep;
Thine is a perfect rest
secure and deep—
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Until the shadows from this earth are cast
Until He gathers in His sheaves at last;
Until the twilight gloom be over past—
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Until the Easter glory lights the skies
Until the dead in Jesus shall arise
And He shall come
but not in lowly guise—
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Until
made beautiful by love divine
Thou
in the likeness of thy Lord shalt shine
And He shall bring that golden crown of thine—
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Only Good night
belovèd—not farewell!
A little while
and all His saints shall dwell
In hallowed unison indivisible—
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Until we meet again before His throne
Clothed in the spotless robe He gives His own
Until we know even as we are known—
Good night! Good night! Good night!