Rest for the little sleeper!
Joy for the ransomed soul!
Peace for the lonely weeper,
Dark the' the waters roll.
Weep for the little sleeper:
Weep, it will ease thy heart,
The' the dull pain be deeper
Than with the world to part.
Mighty the conflict o'er him!
How could he face the foe?
Rugged the road before him!
How could the weak one go?
He could not climb the mountain;
He could not face the foe,
Lying between Life's Fountain,
And this dark vale below.
But the kind Shepherd found him,
Laid him upon His breast,
Folded His arms around him,
Hushed him to endless rest.
He bore him up the mountain,
He trampled down the foe,
He laid him by Life's Fountain,
Whence the still waters flow.
Joy for the little sleeper,
The gentle, timid lamb,
Safe with his tender Keeper!
Could there be sweeter balm?
Oh! what are earth's best pleasures,
Sick'ning the woe-struck heart?
What all its joys and treasures,
When with the loved we part?
But the long-wished-for token,
Earnest of peaceful rest,
Binds up the heart that's broken,
Soothes the distracted breast.
Do not, then, droop in sadness,
Dark the' the night may be;
There's a bright morn of gladness,
Mourner, reserved for thee!
Grieve not with hopeless sorrow,
Jesus has felt thy pain;
Thy child He did not but borrow,
He'll bring him back again.
Peace, little loving sleeper,
Close to the Savior's side,
Housed with thy tender Keeper,
Safe for "the Lord has died!"
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