While angels watch the soft repose.

3So Jesus slept; God's dying Son

Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed;

Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne

The morning break, and pierce the shade.

4Break from his throne, illustrious morn!

Attend, O earth, his sovereign word!

Restore thy trust! the glorious form

Shall then arise to meet the Lord.

547. C. M. Watts.