Rest, for the little sleeper;
Joy, for the ransomed soul:
Peace, for the lonely weeper,
Dark though the waters roll.
Weep for the little sleeper,
Weep, it will ease the heart;
Though the dull pain be deeper,
Than with the world to part.
Hath the dear Saviour found him,
Laid him upon His breast,
Folded His arms around him,
Hushed him to endless rest?
Grieve not, with hopeless sorrow,
Jesus has felt your pain,
He did thy lamb but borrow,
He’ll bring him back again.—Anon.