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Lord, through the living way,
Wilt Thou conduct this blessed band,
Till round Thy throne their feet shall stand,
Where springs eternal day?
Wilt Thou conduct this blessed band,
Till round Thy throne their feet shall stand,
Where springs eternal day?
A void and silent place,
Where truth once lit the sparkling eye,
Telling of love that could not die,
Our eyes in sadness trace.
Where truth once lit the sparkling eye,
Telling of love that could not die,
Our eyes in sadness trace.
May she not still be near?
Near in love's quenchless tenderness,
Unseen, our onward path to bless,
Our yearning hearts to cheer?
Near in love's quenchless tenderness,
Unseen, our onward path to bless,
Our yearning hearts to cheer?
Yes, though her spirit share
The full communion of the blest,
Still may she turn her from that rest,
Unheard to join our prayer.
The full communion of the blest,
Still may she turn her from that rest,
Unheard to join our prayer.
We cannot, may not know;
Yet were the fancy soothing, sweet,
That, side by side, our kindred feet
May tread Thy courts below.
Yet were the fancy soothing, sweet,
That, side by side, our kindred feet
May tread Thy courts below.
Father! when here no more,
Our wayward, wandering footsteps rove,
Grant we may meet, to live, to love,
On heaven's immortal shore.
Our wayward, wandering footsteps rove,
Grant we may meet, to live, to love,
On heaven's immortal shore.
