SHED not a tear for me,
O weep not that I die;
I am alone, where I would be,
In perfect peace I lie;
A refuge have I found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.
The storms of life are o'er,
The conflict soon shall cease;
Doubts interpose no more—
Now I have perfect peace;
This refuge I have found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.
His precious blood was shed,
Sin's deadly wound to heal
To the fun fountain led,
This perfect peace I feel;
This refuge I have found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.
Naught else have I to plead,
No other claim to show;
In Christ is all I need,
His perfect peace I know;
That refuge I have found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.
No painful thoughts annoy,
Jesus is ever nigh;
No fears disturb my joy,
In perfect peace I die;
This refuge I have found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.
Shed not a tear for me,
Weep not that I am gone;
I am where I would be—
Before my Father's throne;
This refuge I have found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.
M. J.