Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Sleep, thy last sleepEdward Arthur Dayman (18071890)
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Free from care and sorrow,
Rest, where none weep,
Till the eternal morrow;
Though dark waves roll
O’er the silent river,
Thy fainting soul
Jesus can deliver.
All its sin, its sadness,
Brightly at last
Dawns a day of gladness;
Under thy sod,
Earth, receive our treasure,
To rest in God,
Waiting all His pleasure.
Those in life the dearest,
They shall return,
Christ, when Thou appearest!
Soon shall Thy voice
Comfort those now weeping,
Bidding rejoice
All in Jesus sleeping.