Through thee I may pass over.
THE BEREAVED FATHER COMFORTS HIMSELF CONCERNING HIS NOW SAINTED SON.
Mine art thou still, and mine shalt be,
Who will be this denying?
Not only thou belong'st to me,
The Lord of Life undying
The greatest right hath aye in thee;
He taketh, He demands from me
Thee, O my son, my treasure,
My heart's delight and pleasure!