Rest In Hope

Composed while reflecting upon death and the Hope in Jesus of that sweet Home.

6,6,8,6 (SM)

We place dear ones at rest,
They dwelt in the earth long;
We have with them been so much blessed,
May we now sing their song.

The Hope beyond these tears,
The Hope of that sweet day;
Now releases all of our fears,
And wipes our tears away.

We long to be at home,
And ever with Christ stay;
In that place for which we so long,
To know eternal Day.

Their old friends are all gone,
From pain and fear below;
And they were left here all alone,
Sorrow and fear to know.

They'll know there Jesus' Love,
And only endless Days;
In that eternal home above,
And bask in His sweet rays.

Where our dear friends have gone,
To look on Jesus' Face.
To the place for which our hearts long,
To ever know His Grace.

While we live here below,
And in this earth we stay;
Sorrow and fear we often know,
Which there, are passed away;

In sweat and blood and tears,
And dark and cloudy day;
Dear Jesus' side, they there did pierce,
Our sins to take away;

- Prepared for us a home,
With Him to ever stay;
No more, from Him in sin to roam,
In sorrow, day by day;

There, Jesus suffered loss,
He suffered day by day;
And there on the old rugged cross,
They took His life away.

There, in sweat, blood and tears,
They nailed Him to a tree;
Death and Sin, with all of it's fears,
Took Him to set us free.

God's wrath revealed so fierce,
For sin upon that Day;
The Son of God, they there did pierce,
When sin was done away.

They placed Him in a tomb,
In a dark grave He lay;
But He arose up from that gloom,
For He could not there stay.

There's a home, far away,
In that home, Him we'll see;
Oh, the Hope of that wond'rous day !
There, all things will agree;

- From sin and death be free,
No longer make delay;
When God in Christ, their beauty see,
And all else fade away.

Rest on that blissful shore,
In realms of endless Day;
Sin and death to know no more,
But in Christ's bosom lay;

O Death, where is thy sting?
No more, o'er us will tower;
In Christ, we shall forever sing,
His Love and Grace and Pow'r.

Jesus, Himself did give;
- It makes my soul to ring;
Went to His cross, that we might live,
And our thanksgiving bring.

And when we went astray,
He kept for us a home;
We're pressing on to that sweet Day,
There never more to roam.

Now our loved ones are gone,
From earth, they've gone away;
We too, are waiting here alone,
For Christ's most glorious Day.

*Copyright Jan 2002

O. Allen Bailey

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