ON PARTING.
'Tis over!—this great struggle, It has rent my heart in twain; And I am freed forever From one I will not name.
Our God will judge between us When we have pass'd away: I leave you to your conscience, Till the great judgment-day.
He who knoweth every secret— Every joy and every sigh—Will bear me on my journey, And receive me when I die.
There is no anger in my heart While bidding you farewell: I only know 'tis better To go from you to dwell.
Such feeling of deep hatred Lies rooted in your heart, Which seems to me so earnest, I must from you depart.
If you think of me hereafter In the silence of the night, You then will do me justice, For you'll know that I am right.
The still small voice of conscience Will ever whisper in your ear, And warn you to be careful Of those I hold most dear.
I trust in my Redeemer For a record of my life, When I appear before Him, Freed from this world of strife.
Then I leave you to your Saviour, While we go our lonely way,—Trusting in the great hereafter Where all is bright as day.
Farewell! Still I forgive you; And while on earth I'll pray That you'll be receiv'd in Heaven At the resurrection-day.