Faith bids my heart that wish restrain,
Yet oh; how vast thy loss to me!
I miss thy soothing smile of love,
Thy voice, that could my fears control,
Thy words that bade my doubts remove,
And breath’d conviction o’er my soul.
I miss thee, while with pilgrim feet
I now my course to Zion bend;
For thou, upon her way wouldst greet,
And fondly hail, thy fainting friend.