THE LAST NIGHT WITH THE DEAD.
"Jesus saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise again."
John xi. 23.
Farewell, friend, till the shadows flee away!
Farewell, my loved one: it is sweet to say,
"Till our next meeting"; there no pain can come,
Nor partings dim the glory of our home.
We'll meet again—where God's redeemed ones dwell,
Where nevermore shall sound the word, "Farewell."
O joyful hope! for then I shall have gazed
On my Incarnate Lord; I shall have raised
To Him these heavy eyes, tearful no more,
And faith be lost in sight. My grief is o'er.
Farewell till our next meeting; it will be
Where Christ, not Death, shall veil thy face from me.
Farewell, my loved one: it is sweet to say,
"Till our next meeting"; there no pain can come,
Nor partings dim the glory of our home.
We'll meet again—where God's redeemed ones dwell,
Where nevermore shall sound the word, "Farewell."
O joyful hope! for then I shall have gazed
On my Incarnate Lord; I shall have raised
To Him these heavy eyes, tearful no more,
And faith be lost in sight. My grief is o'er.
Farewell till our next meeting; it will be
Where Christ, not Death, shall veil thy face from me.