1 Dear as thou wert, and justly dear,
We would not weep for thee;
One thought shall check the starting tear:
From sorrow thou art free.

2 And thus shall faith's consoling power
The tears of love restrain:
O, who that saw thy parting hour
Could wish thee back again?

3 Angels shall guard thy sleeping dust,
And, as thy Saviour rose,
The grave again shall yield her trust,
And end thy deep repose.

4 Thy Lord, before to glory gone,
Shall bid thee come away;
And calm and bright shall break the dawn
Of heaven's eternal day.