The angels came with silent tread And gathered round our darling’s bed; Unto their shining home above They bore her in their arms of love.
Refrain: We’ll meet again, where comes no night, We’ll meet again, in realms of light; We’ll meet our loved among the blest; Farewell, our darling, sweetly rest.
Thou, Father, doest all things well, Although our hearts with sorrow swell; There’s comfort in Thy grace alone, Help us to say, “Thy will be done.”
Thy form may sleep beneath the sod, Thy spirit dwells at home with God; He bids us trust and weep no more, For we shall see those gone before.
Farewell, we’ll meet on yon bright shore, Our sighs and tears shall then be o’er; Farewell, again we sadly say, Until there dawns eternal day.
Sources:
The Gospel Trumpet Company, Select Hymns, 1911 (315)