Sleep Well,

Sleep well, sleep well, until His Kingdom comes.
"The ransomed of the Lord shall then return,"
And He shall bid thee waken out of sleep.
A Highway shall be there, a Way of Life,
And thou, dear heart, with joy shalt walk thereon,
Up, up, until perfection’s goal is won,
Where there shall be no pain, nor any death,
When God’s dear hand shall wipe all tears away.
In this blest hope I lay thee down to rest;
Good night, dear heart, ’twill not be long, sleep well!

Asleep in Jesus’
Poems of the Way
Gertrude W. Seibert