Sun and moon and stars out-soaring;
Their faint rays in vain would try
Once with light of heaven to vie.
Heavenward still, when life shall close,
Death to my true home shall guide me;
There, triumphant o’er my woes,
Lasting bliss shall God provide me;
Christ Himself the way has led,
Joyful in His steps I tread.
Still then heavenward! heavenward still!