1 Little sleeper, Christ has taken
You to dwell with Him on high;
There before the throne you’ll waken,
Free from sin or sorrow’s sigh;
While our selfish love shall mourn,
We know to happier realms you’ve gone.
2 Lent to us till love has made you
Idol of the earthly heart;
God has, in His wisdom, through you
Taught that here we all must part,
But till in that happier land,
Death forms a never parting land.
3 Sin has never marred the beauty
Of that angel spirit here;
We submit with Christian duty,
Yet cannot restrain the tear:
Help our mourning hearts, O God!
To bow to Thee, and "kiss the rod!"
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16630