The Christian’s Good-night

Sleep On, Beloved, Sleep And Take Thy Rest; Lay Down Thy Head Upon Thy Savior’s Breast; We Love Thee Well, But Jesus Loves Thee Best Good-Night! Good-Night! Good-Night! Calm Is Thy Slumber As An Infant’s Sleep; But Thou Shalt Wake No More To Toil And Weep; Thine Is A Perfect Rest, Secure And Deep Good-Night! Good-Night! Good-Night! Until The Shadows From This Earth Be Cast, Until He Gathers In His Sheaves At Last; Until The Twilight Gloom Be Overpast Good-Night! Good-Night! Good-Night! Until The Easter Glory Lights The Skies, And The Dead In Jesus Shall Arise, And He Shall Come, But Not In Lowly Guise Good-Night! Good-Night! Good-Night! Until Made Beautiful By Love Divine, Thou, In The Likeness Of Thy Lord Shalt Shine, And He Shall Bring That Golden Crown Of Thine: Good-Night! Good-Night! Good-Night! Only “Good-Night,” Beloved, Not “Farewell!” A Little While, And All His Saints Shall Dwell In Hallowed Union Indivisible Good-Night! Good-Night! Good-Night! Until We Meet Again Before His Throne, Clothed In The Spotless Robe He Gives His Own, Until We Know Even As We Are Known Good-Night! Good-Night! Good-Night!