Thou Who Hast Blest My Soul with Rest

Thou who has blest my soul with rest

Now of Thy rest par­tak­est:

My dead spir­it

by Thy death

Thou from sleep awak­est.

Thou

my life’s breath

art cold in death:

This hath Thy love pro­cur­èd:

Oh the fer­vor of that love

Which e’en death en­dur­èd!

True life I know from Thee doth flow;

Thy voice will me awak­en:

Shall my heart that hopes in Thee

Be with ter­rors shak­en?

This dust that lies

se­cure­ly lies

And shall be raised im­mor­tal:

Then in light ad­orned

it shall

Burst death’s gloo­my por­tal.

For Thy re­pose from all Thy woes

Take

Lord

my thank­ful spir­it:

Daily thoughts of thank­ful love

Lord

Thy death doth mer­it.