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<h2>ASLEEP IN JESUS</h2><p align="center">
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<h3>“Christ has indeed been raised from the dead, the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep.” 1 Corinthians 15:20</h3>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_r_bradbury_wb.jpg" alt="William Batchelder Bradbury (1816-1868)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="132.666666666667" height="202.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_mackay_m.html" target="_blank">Margaret Mackay</a>, in <em>The Amethyst; or Christian’s Annual, </em>1832. The introduction to the hymn reads:</p>
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<p>Sleeping in Jesus. By Mrs. Mackay of Hedgefield. This simple but expressive sentence is inscribed on a tombstone in a rural burying ground in Devonshire, and gave rise to the following verses.</p>
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<p>In reprinting the hymn in her <em>Thoughts Redeemed</em>, 1854, Mackay said the burying ground meant was that of Pennycross Chapel. She adds:</p>
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<p>Distant only a few miles from a bustling and crowded seaport town, reached through a succession of those lovely green lanes for which Devonshire is so remarkable, the quiet aspect of Pennycross comes soothingly over the mind. “Sleeping in Jesus” seems in keeping with all around.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Rest (Bradbury),” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_r_bradbury_wb.html" target="_blank">William Batchelder Bradbury</a>, 1843 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_r_restb.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Asleep in Jesus! Blessèd sleep,<br>
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From which none ever wakes to weep;<br>
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A calm and undisturbed repose,<br>
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Unbroken by the last of foes.</p>
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<p>Asleep in Jesus! Oh, how sweet,<br>
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To be for such a slumber meet,<br>
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With holy confidence to sing<br>
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That death has lost his venomed sting!</p>
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<p>Asleep in Jesus! Peaceful rest,<br>
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Whose waking is supremely blessed;<br>
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No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour<br>
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That manifests the Savior’s power.</p>
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<p>Asleep in Jesus! Oh, for me<br>
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May such a blessèd refuge be!<br>
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Securely shall my ashes lie<br>
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And wait the summons from on high.</p>
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<p>Asleep in Jesus! Far from thee<br>
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Thy kindred and their graves may be;<br>
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But there is still a blessèd sleep,<br>
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From which none ever wakes to weep.</p>
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