A slumber I know, in Jesus' name

1 A slumber I know, in Jesus' name,
A rest from all toil and sorrow;
Earth tenderly takes my weary frame,
to sleep till the blissful morrow;
In heaven my soul with God abides,
Forgotten are cares and trials.

2 An even I know, serene and blest,
And oft is my spirit longing,
When, weary and worn, it finds no rest,
While woes on the way are thronging,--
Oft longing to see the journey's end,
And rest in a blissful slumber.

3 A morning I know, so bright and fair,
When tidings of joy shall wake us,
When anthems from high shall fill the air,
And God to His glory take us,
when Jesus shall bid us rise from sleep--
How joyous that hour of awaking!

4 Oh, dear is that morning fair to me!
And oft, o'er the mountains beaming,
In spirit its heavenly light I see,
As golden the peaks are gleaming--
For joy I must sing, as birds at dawn
Their carols in lofty lindens.