I cannot claim I rise to weep,But oh, the burden of my dayWould make an angel turn away:I’d rather be in bed asleep.
The hurt you gave I inward keep,Hard Love! remembering whose it is.But rest both harm and healing his,I’d rather be in bed asleep.
Lord, take no care my soul to keep,For I don’t need it when I sleep;And though the host of heaven weep,I’d rather be in bed asleep.
