He Sleeps in Jesus

1He sleeps in Jesus— peaceful rest— No mortal strife invades his breast;
No pain, nor sin, nor woe, nor care,
Can reach the silent slumberer there.

2He lived his Saviour to adore,
And meekly all his sufferings bore:
He loved, and all resigned to God,
Nor murmured at His chastening rod.

3Does earth attract thee here? they cried;
The dying Christian thus replied,
While pointing upward to the sky,
"My treasure is laid up on high."

4He sleeps in Jesus— soon to rise,
When the last trump shall rend the skies;
Then burst the fetters of the tomb,
To wake in full, immortal bloom.

5He sleeps in Jesus— cease thy grief;
Let this afford thee sweet relief,
That, freed from death's triumphant reign,
In heaven he will live again.