Unto thy weary worshipper incline!
My lonely spirit quickly call away
From earth, and its pale tenement of clay!
The sunlit hills, woods, vales, and waters clear,
And home and household faces once so dear—
All these fair sights since his departure seem
Mournful and strange,—a vision and a dream.
Oh, Saviour merciful! whate’er his fate
Beyond the grave, let me participate.
If garmented in light, he walks serene