The gentle Shepherd watch will keep,
While His beloved child doth sleep.
He is not dead: by angel bands
Now welcomed to the heavenly lands,
With theirs a childish voice shall sing
Hosannas to the children’s King.
He is not dead: though tears may flow,
Faith whispers: “It is better so.”
With joy we’ll meet on that fair shore,
Where God’s own children weep no more.