There Must Be

When we lie down
On our couch to rest,
Our conscience must be clear
To be heavenly blessed.

Then smile, oh gentle Savior,
As you pass on into sleep,
Then somewhere in slumber land
You may holy creep.

There your sins are washed away,
And replaced by golden wings,
Oh, think what you’ll enjoy
To hear the heaven’s choir sing.

Isn’t it hard to give
Your heart and soul
For the one you’d die to let live,
When day by day they are growing cold.