1 I know of a sleep in Jesus' name,
A rest from all toil and sorrow;
Earth folds in her arms my weary frame,
And shelters it till the morrow;
My soul is at home with God in heaven,
Her sorrows are past and over.

2 I know of a peaceful eventide;
And when I am faint and weary,
At times with the journey sorely tried,
Thro' hours that are long and dreary;
Then often I yearn to lay me down,
And sink into blissful slumber.

3 I know of a morning bright and fair,
When tidings of joy shall wake us,
When songs from on high shall fill the air,
And God to His glory take us,
When Jesus shall bid us rise from sleep;
How joyous that hour of awaking!

4 Now opens the Father's house above,
The names of the blest are given:
Lord, gather us there; let none we love
Be missed in the joys of heaven.
Vouchsafe Thou us all a place with Thee;
We ask thro' our dear Redeemer.

5 O Jesus, draw near my dying bed,
And take me into Thy keeping,
And say when my spirit hence is fled:
"This child is not dead, but sleeping."
And leave me not, Savior, till I rise,
To praise Thee in life eternal.