206. 'Tis Sweet to Think of Those at Rest
C.M.
by Tregelles, 1846
1
’Tis sweet to think of those at rest,
Who sleep in Christ the Lord,
Whose spirits now with Him are blest,
2
They once were pilgrims here with us;
And we for them, while resting thus,
3
How bright the resurrection morn
On all the saints will break!
The Lord Himself will then return,
His ransomed church to take.
4
Our Lord Himself we then shall see,
Whose blood for us was shed;
With Him forever we shall be,
Made like our glorious Head.
5
We cannot linger o’er the tomb;
To faith shines bright beyond its gloom,
Christ’s glory to display.