Thine Agony, O Lord, Is O’er

Thine ag­ony

O Lord

is o’er

And vic­to­ry for­ev­er­more

Is ours through Thy great pas­sion.

Earth had for Thee no peace in store

Till peace was our pos­ses­sion.

Now rest Thee

gen­tle Shep­herd blest

Who ’mid this throng hast found no rest

Nor in a home ab­id­ed.

The shel­ter life from Thee with­held

The grave alone pro­vid­ed.

O si­lent grave! O blest re­treat

A re­fuge for my Sav­ior meet

No long­er dark and nar­row!

Like Him

I en­ter thee con­tent

Released from toil and sor­row.

O sleep of death

O night pro­found

My Lord hath set for thee a bound:

His pro­mise I re­mem­ber.

Like Him

tri­umph­ant I shall come

From out that peace­ful cham­ber.