He sleeps in Jesus,—peaceful rest
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He sleeps in Jesus,—peaceful rest,—No mortal strife invades his breast;No pain, nor sin, nor woe, nor care,Can reach the silent slumberer there.
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He lived, his Saviour to adore,And meekly all his sufferings bore:He loved, and all resigned to God;Nor murmured at his chastening rod.
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Does earth attract thee here? they cried;The dying Christian thus replied,While pointing upward to the sky,"My treasure is laid up on high."
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He sleeps in Jesus—soon to rise,When the last trump shall rend the skies;Then burst the fetters of the tomb,To wake in full, immortal bloom.
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He sleeps in Jesus—cease thy grief;Let this afford thee sweet relief—That, freed from death's triumphant reign,In heaven he will live again.