A light is from our household gone, A voice we loved is stilled. A place is vacant at our hearth, Which can never be filled. I thy loss do deeply feel, But tis God that haft bereft me, He can all my sorrows heal. Yet again I hope to meet thee, When the dreams of life are fled, and heavenly mansions greet thee, where no farewell tear is shed. Asleep in Jesus peaceful rest Whose waking is supremely blest.
Believers find the same repose.