While friends ask, must you go so soon,
Oh must we part with you to-day?
He, smiling, says, I crave the boon;
Joyful I go without delay.
My Savior cheers the lonely vale,
His smiles of love dispel the gloom;
Oh then how can my courage fail—
Why should I dread the peaceful tomb?
The Savior blest this lowly bed,
And robbed the monster of his sting;