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