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Lie down, frail body, here,
Earth has no fairer bed,
No gentler pillow to afford,�
Come, rest thy home-sick head.
Lie down, "vile body," here,
This mould is smoothly strown,
No couch of flowers more softly spread,�
Come, make this grave thine own.
Lie down with all thy aches,
There is no aching here;
How soon shall all thy life-long ills
For ever disappear.
Through these well-guarded gates
No foe can entrance gain;
No sickness wastes, nor once intrudes
The memory of pain.
The tossings of the night,
The frettings of the day,
All end, and like a cloud of dawn,
Melt from thy skies away.
Foot-sore and worn thou art,
Breathless with toil and fight,
How welcome now the long-sought sleep
Of this all-tranquil night.
Brief night and quiet couch
In some star-lighted room,
Watched but by one beloved eye,
Whose light dispels all gloom; �
A sky without a cloud,
A sea without a wave,�
These are but shadows of thy rest
In this thy peaceful grave.
Rest for the toiling hand,
Rest for the thought-worn brow,
Rest for the weary way-sore feet,
Rest from all labor now.
Rest for the fevered brain,
Rest for the throbbing eye;
Through these parched lips of thine no more,
Shall pass the moan or sigh.
Soon shall the trump of God
Give out the welcome sound,
That shakes thy silent chamber-walls
And breaks the turf-sealed ground.
Ye dwellers in the dust,
Awake, come forth and sing;
Sharp has your frost of winter been,
But bright shall be your spring.
'Twas sown in weakness here;
'Twill then be raised in power.
That which was sown an earthly seed,
Shall rise a heavenly flower.
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1885 | # 339 |
MUSIC
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MORNINGTON
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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1805
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 298 | E | | # 662 | E |
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