Edward Arthur Dayman (1807–1890)

SLEEP thy last sleep,

Free from care and sorrow,

Rest, where none weep,

Till the eternal morrow;

Though dark waves roll

O’er the silent river,

Thy fainting soul

Jesus can deliver.

Life’s dream is past,

All its sin, its sadness,

Brightly at last

Dawns a day of gladness;

Under thy sod,

Earth, receive our treasure,

To rest in God,

Waiting all His pleasure.

Though we may mourn

Those in life the dearest,

They shall return,

Christ, when Thou appearest!

Soon shall Thy voice

Comfort those now weeping,

Bidding rejoice

All in Jesus sleeping.