But he has gone where the redeemed are keeping
A festival above.
“The mourners throng the ways and from the steeple
The funeral bells toll slow;
But on the golden streets the holy people
Are passing to and fro.
“And saying as they meet, ‘Rejoice. Another,
Long waited for is come.
The Savior’s heart is glad, a younger Brother
Has reached the Father’s home.’”