Each day is fraught with care,
But at the last,
Our spirits find,
Peace when the day is past.

There’s a loving hope,
In a true firm friend,
And when the night draws on,
When life shall end,
Mid the creeping shades of night,
One can smile,
Lie still and rest,
Just a little while.

Graves won’t hold me fast,
When God says awake,
So don’t you be downcast,
Death is a mistake.