I Know of a Sleep in Jesus’ Name

I know of a sleep in Je­sus’ name

A rest from all toil and sor­row;

Earth folds in her arms my wea­ry frame

And shel­ters it till the mor­row.

My soul is at home with God in Heav’n;

My sor­rows are past and ov­er.

I know of a peace­ful ev­en­tide

And when I am faint and wea­ry

At times with the jour­ney sore­ly tried

Thro’ hours that are long and drea­ry

Then oft­en I yearn to lay me down

And sink in­to bliss­ful slum­ber.

I know of a morn­ing

bright and fair

When tid­ings of joy shall wake us

When songs from on high shall fill the air

And God to His glory take us

When Je­sus shall bid us rise from sleep;

How joy­ous that hour of wak­ing!

Oh

that is a morn­ing dear to me

And oft

o’er the mount­ains stream­ing

In Spir­it its heav’n­ly light I see

As golden the peaks are beaming.

Then sing I for joy like birds at dawn

That carol in lofty lindens.

God’s Son to our graves then takes His way

His voice hear all tribes and nations;

The portals are rent that guard our clay

And moved are the seas’ foundations.

He calls out aloud: Ye dead

come forth!

In glory we rise to meet Him.

O Jesus

draw near my dying bed

And take me into Thy keeping

And say when my spirit hence is fled

This child is not dead

but sleeping.

And leave me not

Savior

till I rise

To praise Thee in life eternal.