If Death my friend and me divide,

thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide,

or frown my tears to see;

restrained from passionate excess,

thou bidst me mourn in calm distress

for them that rest in thee.

 

I feel a strong immortal hope,

which bears my mournful spirit up

beneath its mountain load;

redeemed from death, and grief, and pain,

I soon shall find my friend again

within the arms of God.

 

Pass a few fleeting moments more

and death the blessing shall restore

which death has snatched away;

for me thou wilt the summons send,

and give me back my parted friend

in that eternal day.