758. 12s. & 11s. M. Anonymous. The Same.

1 Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee, The clear light of faith shall illumine thy road;
All through the dark valley shall angels watch o'er thee, And guide thee in peace to the home of thy God.

2 Thy heart, while on earth, in his praises delighted, Thy voice ever spoke of his fatherly love;
And now, by life's shadows no longer benighted,
Thou wilt love him and praise him in heaven above.

3 And there may we meet when life shall be ended, All tears wiped away, and all errors forgiven,
And there may our prayers together be blended
In the sweet song of praise to our Master in heaven.