598 Sleep thy last sleep, free from care and sorrow;

1 Sleep thy last sleep, free from care and sorrow; Rest, where none weep, Till th' eternal morrow; Though dark waves roll O'er the silent river, Thy fainting soul Jesus can deliver. 2 Life's dream is past, All its sin and sadness; Brightly at last Dawns a day of gladness: Under the sod, Earth, receive our treasure, To rest in God, Waiting all His pleasure. 3 Though we may mourn 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.