1 Forever with the Lord!
So, Father, let it be;
Life from the dead is in that word,
'Tis immortality.

2 Here in the body pent,
Absent from Thee I roam;
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

3 My Father's house on high!
Home of my soul, how near
At times to faith's foreseeing eye
Thy golden gates appear!

4 I hear at morn and even,
At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower.

5 And then I feel, that He,
Remembered or forgot,
The Lord, is never far from me,
Though I perceive Him not.

6 Forever with the Lord!
Father, if 'tis Thy will,
The promise of that blessed word
Even here to me fulfil.

7 Be Thou at my right hand,
Then can I never fail;
Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand;
Help, and I must prevail.