Our solemn hymn to God we raise
Our final song of grateful praise.
Christians we here may meet no more,
But there is yet a happier shore;
And there, released from toil and pain,
Brethren, we all shall meet again.
H. Kirke White.
Even now a radiant angel goeth forth,
A spirit that hath healing in its wings—
And flyeth east and west, and south and north,