Little Sleeper

Little sleep­er

Christ has tak­en

You to dwell with Him on high;

There be­fore the throne you’ll wak­en

Free from sin or sor­row’s sigh;

While our self­ish love shall mourn

We know to happ­ier realms you’ve gone.

Lent to us till love has made you

Idol of the earth­ly heart;

God has

in His wis­dom

through you

Taught that here we all must part

But till in that hap­pi­er land

Death forms a nev­er part­ing land.

Sin has never marred the beau­ty

Of that an­gel spir­it here;

We sub­mit with Christ­ian du­ty

Yet can­not restrain the tear:Help our mourn­ing hearts

O God!

To bow to Thee

and kiss the rod!