Poems (Hoffman)/He Giveth His Beloved Sleep
HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP
Across the sleeper's dreamless rest,
The chills of death like shadows creep;
But pillowed on the Saviour's breast,
He giveth His beloved sleep.
The chills of death like shadows creep;
But pillowed on the Saviour's breast,
He giveth His beloved sleep.
Peace, troubled ocean of despair!
Be still, thou ever raging deep!
From life's brief day of pain and care,
He giveth His beloved sleep.
Be still, thou ever raging deep!
From life's brief day of pain and care,
He giveth His beloved sleep.
Over the cradle of her child,
Love doth her sleepless vigil keep;
While life's dark storm beats loud and wild,
He giveth His beloved sleep.
Love doth her sleepless vigil keep;
While life's dark storm beats loud and wild,
He giveth His beloved sleep.
Quenched is the flame of mortal breath,
Calm is the creature born to weep;
Oh peaceful rest, this is not death!
He giveth His beloved sleep.
Calm is the creature born to weep;
Oh peaceful rest, this is not death!
He giveth His beloved sleep.