CHORUS
WHEN I'M SLEEPING IN THE GRAVE
WHERE GOD'S FLOWERS NOD AND SWAY
I'LL HAVE TREAURES UP ON HIGH THAT CANNOT RUST
WHEN THE GLORY MORN SHALL BREAK
FROM MY SLEEPING I AWAKE
FOR MY SAVIOUR WILL NOT LEAVE ME IN THE DUST
I
WELL HE'S HOLDING TO MY HAND
AS I JOURNEY THROUGH THIS LAND
AND WHEREVER HE WILL LEAD ME I WILL GO
I'LL LAY DOWN MY SWORD AN SHIELD
TO THE HAND OF DEATH I'LL YIELD
FOR MY SAVIOUR WILL NOT LEAVE ME IN THE DUST
II
WELL THIS OLE BODY'S WEAK AND WORN
I COULD DIE BEFORE THE MORN
AND WHEN ALL THE SLEEPING SAINTS SHALL GATHER 'ROUND
I'LL PUT ON MY ROBE AND CROWN
WITH A SHOUT I'LL LEAVE THE GROUND
AND GO SAILING WITH MY SAVIOUR THRU THE SKY