| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | | The Christians Good-night (Sleep on, beloved) | | By Sarah Doudney (18411926) |
| | | | The early Christians were accustomed to bid their dying friends Good-night, so sure were they of their awaking at the Resurrection Morning. |
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| SLEEP on, beloved, sleep on and take thy rest, | |
| Lay down thy head upon thy Saviours breast; | |
| We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best; | |
| Good-night! | |
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| Calm is thy slumber as an infants sleep; | 5 |
| But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep; | |
| Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep; | |
| Good-night! | |
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| Until the shadow from this earth is cast, | |
| Until He gathers in His sheaves at last, | 10 |
| Until the Lenten gloom is overpast; | |
| Good-night! | |
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| Until the Easter glory lights the skies, | |
| Until the dead in Jesus shall arise, | |
| And He shall comebut not in lowly guise; | 15 |
| Good-night! | |
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| Until, made beautiful by love divine, | |
| Thou, in the likeness of Thy Lord, shalt shine, | |
| And He shall bring that golden crown of thine; | |
| Good-night! | 20 |
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| Only Good-night, beloved, not Farewell! | |
| A little while, and all His saints shall dwell | |
| In hallowed union, indivisible; | |
| Good-night! | |
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| Until we meet again before His throne, | 25 |
| Clothed in the spotless robe He gives His own; | |
| Until we know, even as we are known; | |
| Good-night! | | | |
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