Whose waking is supremely blessed;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Savior’s power.
Asleep in Jesus! Oh, for me
May such a blessed refuge be!
Securely shall my ashes lie
And wait the summons from on high.
Asleep in Jesus! time nor space
Debars this precious ‘hiding place’;
On Indian plains or Lapland snows
Believers find the same respose.
Asleep in Jesus! Far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But there is still a blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.