P We Loved Thee Well, But Jesus Loves Thee Best

We loved thee well, but Jesus loves thee best.

Rebecca Simmons

From the Poem 'The Christian's Goodnight" by Sarah Doudney
Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest; Lay down thy head upon the Savior’s breast;
We loved thee well, but Jesus loves thee best. Good night! Good night! Good night!

The full poem:
1. Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest; Lay down thy head upon the Savior’s breast;
We loved thee well, but Jesus loves thee best. Good night! Good night! Good night!
2. Calm is thy slumber as an infant’s sleep; But thou shall wake no more to toil and weep;
Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep. Good night! Good night! Good night!
3. Until the shadows from this earth are cast, Until He gathers in His sheaves at last; Until
the twilight gloom be over past. Good night! Good night! Good night!
4. Until the Easter glory lights the skies, Until the dead in Jesus shall arise, And He shall
come, but not in lowly guise. Good night! Good night! Good night!
5. Until, made beautiful by love divine, Thou, in the likeness of thy Lord shall shine, And
He shall bring that golden crown of thine. Good night! Good night! Good night!
6. Only Good night, beloved not farewell! A little while, and all His saints shall dwell
In hallowed unison indivisible. Good night! Good night! Good night!
7. Until we meet again before His throne, Clothed in the spotless robe He gives His own,
Until we know even as we are known. Good night! Good night! Good night!