211 I Know of a Sleep in Jesus' Name

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 heav'n; My sorrows are past and over. 2 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 takes us. When Jesus shall bid us rise from sleep — How joyous that hour of waking! 3 God's Son to our graves then makes his way; His voice hear all tribes and nations. The trumpet of God will sound the day And shake all the earth's foundations. He calls out aloud, "O dead, come forth!" In glory we rise to meet him. 4 O Jesus, draw near my dying bed And take me into your keeping. And say when my spirit hence is fled, "This child is not dead, but sleeping." And leave not my Savior, till I rise To praise you in life eternal.