"In the grave there is sleep"
Oh! breaking heart, restrain thy cries,
And cease so bitterly to weep;
If on the earth no rest is found,
'Tis in the grave the weary sleep.
And cease so bitterly to weep;
If on the earth no rest is found,
'Tis in the grave the weary sleep.
A dreamless sleep, where memories ne'er
Their long and tearful vigils keep,
Where aching hearts and eyes shall know
The blessing of death's holy sleep.
Their long and tearful vigils keep,
Where aching hearts and eyes shall know
The blessing of death's holy sleep.
Oh! long and weary wears the day,
And slowly do the shadows creep,
And ne'er a rest is found save when
In the cold grave the weary sleep.
And slowly do the shadows creep,
And ne'er a rest is found save when
In the cold grave the weary sleep.
He giveth peace Who giveth toil,
And rich rewardings shall we reap
When, 'neath the glory of His smile,
We lay ourselves, at eve, to sleep.
And rich rewardings shall we reap
When, 'neath the glory of His smile,
We lay ourselves, at eve, to sleep.