And let our bo­dies part,
To dif­fer­ent climes re­pair;
Inseparably joined in heart
The friends of Je­sus are.

O let us still pro­ceed
In Je­sus’ work be­low;
And, fol­low­ing our tri­um­phant Head,
To fur­ther con­quests go!

The vine­yard of the Lord
Before His la­bor­ers lies;
And lo! we see the vast re­ward
Which waits us in the skies.

O let our heart and mind
Continually as­cend,
That ha­ven of repose to find,
Where all our la­bors end.

When all our toils are o’er,
Our suf­fer­ing and our pain!
Who meet on that eter­nal shore
Shall ne­ver part again.

O hap­py, hap­py place,
Where saints and an­gels meet;
There we shall see each oth­er’s face,
And all our breth­ren greet.