SLEEP OF THE SAINTS by H. E. Bryant

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 5, 1858

SLEEP OF THE SAINTS.

By H. E. Bryant

Bro. Smith: I send you some verses which I took from an old paper, composed by Mrs. Sigourney.

H. E. Bryant.

How rest the saints in Christ, who sleep Far from the tempter's power. While for their loss the mourners weep, In lonely hall and bower.

They rest unvexed by wildering dreams, Of mortal care and woe, Nor wake to taste the bitter streams That through these valleys flow,

They rest as rests the planted seed, Within its wintry tomb. With hope from all its cerements freed, To rise in glorious bloom.

They sleep as sleeps the wearied child Upon its mother's breast. Nor foe, nor fear, nor tumult wild Invade their peaceful rest.

Then why with grief from year to year, Their blessed lot deplore. And shed the unavailing tear For those who weep no more.

Ah, rather in their footsteps tread, With quickened zeal and prayer, And live as lived the holy dead, That ye their rest may share.