CHORUS.

PEACEFULLY SLEEP. L. M.

W. B. BRADBURY.

Peacefully sleep, peacefully sleep, Sleep till the morning, peaceful-ly sleep.

555

1 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room,
To slumber in the silent dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invades thy bounds-no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch his soft repose.

3 So Jesus slept, God's dying Son

Pass'd through the grave, and bless'd the bed;
Rest here, blest saint, till from His throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.

4 Break from His throne, illustrious morn,
Attend, O earth, His sovereign word;

Restore thy trust-a glorious form
Shall then arise to meet the Lord.

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556

1 Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding
O'er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this solemn meeting,
Calmly say-Thy will be done.

2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken,
Though afflicted, not alone;

Thou didst give, and Thou hast taken;
Blessed Lord-Thy will be done.

3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;

With Thy smiles of love returning,
We can sing-Thy will be done.

4 By Thy hands the boon was given,

Thou hast taken but Thine own:
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
Evermore--Thy will be done.

4 So, Lord, we commit this our brother to Thee,
Whose body is dead, but whose spirit is free;

We know that through grace, when our life here is done,
We live still in Thee, and forever in one.

5 All glory to Thee, Father, Spirit, and Son,

Who three art in person, in substance but one,

In whom we have victory over the grave,
Who lovest Thy people to pardon and save.

W. MASON.