Far from earthly care and strife.
“She is not dead, but sleepeth!”
Once the gracious Master said
To those who sought Him, weeping
And sorrowing for their dead.
“She is not dead, but sleepeth!”
In the grave so calm and still,
She waiteth for the trumpet’s call,
Resting in her Father’s will.
“She is not dead, but sleepeth!”