I say, Alas! my light is gone!
God saith, “I welcome thee, my son,
I'd have thee ever near me,
With endless joys would cheer thee!”
O lovely word! O sweet decree!
More holy than we ever
Can think; with God no ill can be,
Mischance, or sickness never,
No care, no want, no oversight,
With God no sorrow e'er can blight;