1 Thou who has blest my soul with rest,
Now of Thy rest partakest:
My dead spirit, by Thy death,
Thou from sleep awakest.
2 Thou, my life’s breath, art cold in death:
This hath Thy love procurèd:
Oh the fervor of that love
Which e’en death endurèd!
3 True life I know from Thee doth flow;
Thy voice will me awaken:
Shall my heart that hopes in Thee
Be with with terrors shaken?
4 This dust that lies, securely lies,
And shall be raised immortal:
Then in light adorned, it shall
Burst death’s gloomy portal.
5 For Thy repose from all Thy woes,
Take, Lord, my thankful spirit:
Daily thoughts of thankful love,
Lord, Thy death doth merit.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9696
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9696||Thou who has blest my soul with rest||Thou who has blest my soul with rest||O TRARIGKEIT||Salomo Franck; Arthur T. Russell||44.776||<cite>Psalms and Hymns</cite> (Cambridge, England: John Deighton, 1851)|