The Voice of Praise ‎#917

917. There's rest in the grave

1 There's rest in the grave,
Life's toils are all past,
Night cometh at last:
How calmly I rest
In the sleep of the blest,
Nor hear life's storm rave
O'er my green, grassy grave.

2 No rest in the grave--
Heaven's dawn purples fast,
Morn's splendors are cast
Like shafts through the gloom
Of the dark, silent tomb;
Heaven's fair bowers wave--
No rest in the grave!

3 Arise from the grave!
Heaven's bright, burning throng
Come rushing along;
They gird me about,
And triumphant shout,
As myriad palms wave,
Ascend from the grave.

Text Information

• First Line: There's rest in the grave
• Author: Ch. Beecher
• Meter: 5s
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Resurrection and Judgment; Rest in the Grave

Tune Information

(No tune information)