Scripture Verse

Weep not; she is not dead, but sleepeth. Luke 8:52


Words & Mu­sic: Will­iam H. Clark (1854–1925) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Clark (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Belovèd, sleep,
Thy con­flicts now are past,
Life’s bat­tle fought, thy bliss be­gun,
And thou art crowned at last.

Rest, sweet­ly rest,
Thy tears are wiped away,
Thy sigh­ing hushed, thy song be­gun,
And thine eter­nal day.

Sweet, dream­less sleep,
The Mas­ter said, Well done!
Thy wea­ry head, up­on His breast,
Reclined at set of sun.

We wait in hope
Till Je­sus comes again;
We’ll meet thee then, to part to no more,
Beyond the reach of pain.

Belovèd, sleep.