Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.
3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking,
Perchance thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long;
But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,
And the song that thou heard’st was the seraphim’s song.
4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Since God was thy refuge, thy guardian, thy guide;
He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee;