He Gives His Beloved Sleep - Poem by Alexander McNeill
Behold the beauty of the setting sun,
that kisses the earth, when the day is done,
then smiles once more as eventide falls,
and adorns the night as watchmen calls,
sleep, sleep now rest you weary souls.
And watchmen spy through dark of night,
and God's children sleep with eyes shut tight,
and dreams like horses gallop free,
awakens the voice of victory,
peace, peace be still you anxious hearts.
As wisdom unfurls her beauty rare,
and we all sleep without a care,
and hope inspires rains down from high,
refresh the hearts of those who cry,
rest, rest, and rest again,
unburden the souls, and hearts of men.
As the King looks down from heights above,
embrace His beloved in depths of love,
and all is well with God and man,
for a new day dawns in His great plan.
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