494 ~ He Sleeps in Jesus
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He 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.
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He lived his Saviour to adore, And meekly all his sufferings bore: He loved, and all resigned to God, Nor murmured at His chastening rod.
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"Does earth attract thee here?" they cried; The dying Christian thus replied, While pointing upward to the sky, "My treasure is laid up on high."
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He 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.
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He 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.