lo she is not dead but sleeping
thus the blessed master spake
why are all these tears of weeping
we shall in his likeness wake
only sleeping sweetly sleeping
while the angels vigil keep
jesus gives to his beloved
rest at last in peaceful sleep

just asleep her soul immortal
dwelling now beyond lifes woes
finds from care and pain and sorrow
sweet and undisturbed repose
as a dream when one awaketh
as a tale when it is told
thus its flight the spirit taketh
dust returns to earthly mold

like the pearly drops of morning
soaring upward toward the sun
thus our spirits are returning
to their maker one by one
death no dreaded sting containeth
for the soul in jesus blest
o er the grave a vict ry gaineth
he who finds this heavnly rest

She is not gone, but slumbering deep,
The Blessed Master speaks in grace.
Why these tears the mourners weep?
We wake to find His loving face.
Only sleeping, softly sleeping,
While angels watch with tender care.
Jesus gives to those believing,
Rest at last beyond compare.

Asleep, her soul immortal lives,
Beyond life's trials and its strife.
Released from pain that often grieves,
In sweet, untroubled, peaceful life.
As a dream when one awakes,
As a tale when it is told,
So her spirit upward takes,
Dust returns to earthly mold.

Like the pearly drops of morning,
Soaring upward toward the sun,
So our spirits are returning,
To the Maker, one by one.
Death no dreaded sting can hold,
For the soul in Jesus blessed.
Oh, where the grave a victory, bold?
He who finds this heavenly rest.