Just put to sleep by Thee, Lord,
Life's earthly journey done,
To wait the shout triumphant,
That wakes each sleeping one.
This hope, O Lord, through Thy blest Word,
Doth sweetest comfort e'er afford.

To wake up in the glory,
Oh, wondrous, glad surprise! To really behold Thee,
At last with unveiled eyes;
To be like Thee, Lord, can it be
Thou hast prepared such bliss for me?

And there to meet the dear ones
In love Thou gavest to us,
Whose spirits now are with Thee,
By virtue of Thy cross;
To see Thee crowned, though once disowned,
High over all at last enthroned.

To feast our eyes on Thee, Lord,
To know as we are known,
From earthly bands set free, Lord,
Free to enjoy our own.
Oh grace divine, that Thou art mine,
And I forevermore am Thine.

H. McD
"ISRAEL HATH SINNED"