1 Sweet be thy rest,
And peaceful thy sleeping;
God's way is best,
Thou art in his keeping.
O blessed sleep
Where ills ne'er molest thee!
Why should we weep?
For heaven hath blessed thee:
Sweet be thy rest.

2 Thy work is done,
Thy sowing and reaping;
Thy crown is won,
And hushed is thy weeping.
From tears and woes,
From earth's midnight dreary,
Thine is repose
Where none ever weary:
Sweet be thy rest.

3 Sweet be thy rest;
No more we may greet thee
'Till with the blest
In heaven we meet thee.
O union sweet
That death cannot sever!
There we shall meet,
Where sad tears fall never:
Sweet be thy rest.