Farewell to a Friend departed

Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,

Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb:

The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,

The lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom,

The lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.

Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,

Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;

The wide arms of mercy were spread to infold thee,

And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.

Thou art gone to the grave, but 'twere wrong to deplore thee,

When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide;

He gave thee, he took thee, and soon he'll restore thee,

Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died.