1 Go to thy rest in peace,
And soft by thy repose;
Thy toils are o’er, thy troubles cease,
From earthly cares in sweet release
Thine eyelids gently close,
Thine eyelids gently close.
2 Go to thy peaceful rest,
For thee we need not weep,
Since thou art now among the blest,
No more by sin and sorrow pressed,
But hushed in quiet sleep,
But hushed in quiet sleep.
3 Go to thy rest, and while
Thy absence we deplore,
One thought our sorrow shall beguile,
That soon, with a celestial smile,
We’ll meet to part no more,
We’ll meet to part no more.