1 Fare thee well, our fondly cherished!
Dear, dear blossom, fare thee well!
He who lent thee hath recalled thee,
Back with Him and His to dwell.

2 Like a sunbeam through our dwelling
Shone thy presence, bright and calm;
Thou didst add a zest to pleasure;
To our sorrows thou wast balm.

3 Yet while mourning, O our lost one,
Come no visions of despair!
Seated on thy tomb, Faith's angel
Saith, thou art not, art not there.

4 Where, then, art thou? with the Saviour,
Blest, forever blest, to be;
'Mid the sinless little children
Who have heard his "Come to me."

5 Passed the shades of death's dark valley,
Thou art leaning on his breast,
Where the wicked may not enter,
And the weary are at rest.

6 Plead, that in a Father's mercy
All our sins may be forgiven;
Angel! plead, that thou may'st greet us,
Ransomed, at the gates of heaven.