In Jesus sleeping till He come!
O happy spirit, now at home,
Can heart conceive thy wondrous rest,
In peace asleep on Jesus’ breast?

What joys are thine, unknown below,
What nameless bliss, we do not know;
But know thou art with Him we love-
At home, O Lord, with Thee above!

Thou givest Thy beloved sleep!
We bless Thee, though the eye doth weep.
Our hearts through grief, O Love Divine,
Draw closer-make more fully Thine!

We too shall sleep, or tarry here,
Awake, to meet Thee in the air:
Yet waking or asleep, how blest-
Thyself our Refuge, Home and Rest!