1. So rest, my Rest,
   Thou Ever-blest!
   Thy grave with sinners making;
   By Thy precious death from sin
   My dead soul awaking.

2. After Thy strife,
   Life of my life,
   Thou’rt in the tomb reposing,
   Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave,
   Rock of Ages, closing.

3. How cold art Thou,
   My Savior, now!
   Thy fervent love hath driven
   Thee into the cold, dark grave
   That I might gain heaven.

4. Breath of all breath!
   I know from death
   Thou wilt my dust awaken;
   Wherefore should I dread the grave
   Or my faith be shaken?

5. To me the tomb
   Shall be a room
   Where I lie down on roses;
   Who by faith hath conquered death
   Sweetly there reposes.

6. The body dies—
   Naught else—and lies
   In dust until victorious
   From the grave it shall arise
   Beautiful and glorious.

7. Meantime I will
   My Savior, still
   Deep in my bosom lay Thee,
   Ever musing on Thy death.
   Leave me not, I pray Thee!

So ruhest du, o meine Ruh
Salomo Franck, 1716
Tr. Richard Massie, 1860
Source: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-Book, 1918, No. 216