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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 |
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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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