But, by your life of lowly faith,
And by your joyful hope in death,
Guide me, till on some brighter shore
The sever’d wreath is bound once more!
Holy ye were, and good, and true!
No change can cloud my thoughts of you;
Guide me, like you to live and die,
And reach my Father’s house on high!
[374] “In my father’s house there are many mansions.”—John, chap. xiv.
[375] From an ancient Hebrew dirge: