Abigail Perkins Eaton
No pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleepers here,
Whilst angels watch their soft repose.
So Jesus slept: God's dying son
Pass'd through the grave and bless'd the bed;
Rest here blest saints, 'till from his throne,
The morning break and pierce the shade.
- Created by: Caryn
- Added: 12 Jun 2012
- Find A Grave Memorial 91825562