The Resurrection-day

DEath is a sleep, it is a rest
From all our labour here,
And to the Saints it is the best,
And so it will appear

They fall asleep in a sweet place,
They sleep in Jesus do;
They Union have with him through Grace,
Which death can't overthrow.

Death can't dissolve that blessed Knot,
That union doth remain,
And unto Jesus Christ do go,
Death unto Saints is gain.

But though the Sinner falls asleep,
His sleep is troublesome;
His Spirits shall no rest receive
Till the last day doth come;

But under wrath and dreadful Ire
His Spirit then shall lye;
When death dos come, he feels Hell-fire,
He sleeps in misery.

'Tis but one part that taketh rest,
That Sleep too soon will o're,
When God will on Body and Soul
Eternal vengeance pour.