1 'Tis sweet to think of those at rest,
Who sleep in Christ the Lord,
Whose spirits now with Him are blest,
According to His word.
2 They once were pilgrims here with us;
In Jesus now they sleep;
And we for them, while resting thus,
As hopeless cannot weep.
3 How bright the resurrection-morn
On all the saints will break!
The Lord Himself will then return,
His ransomed Church to take.
4 Our Lord Himself we then shall see,
Whose blood for us was shed;
With Him forever we shall be,
Made like our glorious Head.
5 We cannot linger o'er the tomb;
The resurrection-day
To faith shines bright beyond its gloom,
Christ's glory to display.
Source: A Few Hymns and Some Spiritual Songs. Selected 1856, for the Little Flock. Revised, 1881 #204