I

Vain are the things of time,

Our life a passing dream;

A shadow flitting in the sun,

A leaf upon the stream;

Lord, in Thy faithful keeping,

Rest Thou Thy servant sleeping.

II

Seek we the world in vain,

Vainly we clutch the prize,

And sink into the lonesome grave,

Where prince with beggar lies;

Lord, in Thy faithful keeping,

Rest Thou Thy servant sleeping.

III

Rest Thou Thy servant, Lord,

Whose earthly task is done;

Who can no longer hear the call

To toil beneath the sun;

Lord, in Thy faithful keeping,

Rest Thou Thy servant sleeping.

IV

Lord, with Thy gentle ones,

In glory's dwelling-place,

Receive Thy servant whom we mourn,

Who served Thee by Thy grace;

Lord, in Thy faithful keeping,

Rest Thou Thy servant sleeping.

V

We would not weep for those

Who in Thy faith depart;

For thou, O Christ, dost bear them hence,

And bind them to Thy heart;

Lord, in Thy faithful keeping,

Rest Thou Thy servant sleeping.