2 Rest, weary head!
Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb;
Light from above has broken through its gloom;
Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay,
Where he shall wake thee on a future day,
Like a tired child upon its mother’s breast,
Rest, sweetly rest!
3 Rest, spirit free!
In the green pastures of the heavenly shore,
Where sin and sorrow can approach no more;