And feasts on visions of future joy,
With thee, my husband, and thee, my boy?
Ye have seen what here I cannot see,
The stores of mercy laid up for me;
Ye have known what here I cannot know,
Why our Father has laid me low;
The wonderful secrets of infinite love
Are only known in the world above.
Then, sainted husband! I’ll surely try
Rejoicing to live as well as die;