I sleep, but love still wak­eth,
To turn the night to day;
No leave the heart e’er tak­eth:
Love can­not pass away.
However deep the sleep­ing
To loved ones may ap­pear,
There is no need for weep­ing,
My heart, my love is here.

I sleep, but love still wak­eth,
And lo, the ten­der care
Of Him who ne­ver sleep­eth
Is ’round us ev­ery­where.
In wak­ing or in sleep­ing,
No ill can e’er be­fall
Beneath His care and keep­ing
Who watch­es over all.

I sleep, but be not griev­ing
When for a time we part;
For though I go, I’m leav­ing
Behind my lov­ing heart.
’Tis not a fi­nal rend­ing
Of sac­red bonds in twain;
For love there is no end­ing;
Some day we’ll meet again.