595. Sleep Thy Last Sleep

1 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.

2 Life's dream is past,
All its sin and sadness;
Brightly at last
Dawns a day of gladness:
Under the sod,
Earth, receive our treasure,
To rest in God,
Waiting all His pleasure.

3 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.

Amen.

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First Line: Sleep thy last sleep
Title: Sleep Thy Last Sleep
Author: Edward Arthur Dayman
Publication Date: 1937
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