E’en while you whisper in their vacant places
The blessed words, ‘Not lost, but gone before!’
Hope on, hope ever, let your hearts keep singing,
When low you bend above the churchyard sod,
And fervent prayers your chastened thoughts are winging,
Through sighs and tears, to the bright throne of God!
Hope on, hope ever. Let not toil or sorrow
Still the sweet music of Hope’s heavenly voice.
From every dawn some ray of comfort borrow,
That in the evening you may still rejoice.