So rest—my Rest!
Thou ev­er blest!
Thy grave with sin­ners mak­ing,
By Thy pre­cious death, from sin
My dead soul awak­ing!

Here hast Thou lain,
After much pain,
Life of my life, re­pos­ing!
Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave,
Rock of Ag­es, clos­ing.

Breath of all breath!
I know from death
Thou wilt my soul awak­en!
Wherefore should I dread the grave,
Or my faith be shak­en?

To me the tomb
Is but a room,
Where I lie down with Je­sus!
Who by death hath con­quered death,
Safely there re­ceives us!

The bo­dy dies
(Naught else) and lies
In dust, un­til vic­to­ri­ous
From the grave, it shall arise
Beautiful and glo­ri­ous!

Meantime I will,
My Je­sus, still
Deep in my bo­som lay Thee,
Musing on Thy death; in death
Be with me, I pray Thee!