Their faint rays in vain would try
With the light of heaven to vie.
Heavenward still, when life shall close,
Death to my true home shall guide me;
Then, 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!
That shall be my watchword ever;