And soft be thy repose;
Thy toils are o’er, thy troubles cease;
From earthly cares, in sweet release,
Thine eyelids gently close.
2 Go to thy peaceful rest;
For thee we need not weep,
Since thou art now among the blest—
No more by sin and sorrow pressed,
But hushed in quiet sleep.
3 Go to thy rest; and while