Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To slumber in the silent dust.
2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose.
3 So Jesus slept; God’s dying Son
Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed:
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne