3. Tho'

we may mourn

its Those in

1. Sleep thy last sleep, Free from care and sorrow;
2. Life's dream is past, All
sin and sad - ness;
life the dear - est,

We a little longer wait, But how little none can know.
Up-ward, Lord, our spirits raise, All be-low is but a dream.
And when life's short tale is told, May we dwell with Thee a - bove.

A-men.