Christ will ga­ther in His own
To the place where He is gone,
Where their heart and trea­sure lie,
Where our life is hid on high.

Day by day the voice saith, Come,
Enter thine eter­nal home;
Asking not if we can spare
This dear soul it su­mmons there.

Had He asked us, well we know
We should cry, O spare this blow!
Yes, with stream­ing tears should pray,
Lord, we love him, let him stay.
[substitute her if ap­prop­ri­ate]

But the Lord doth naught amiss,
And, since He hath or­dered this,
We have naught to do but still
Rest in si­lence on His will.

Many a heart no long­er here,
Ah! was all too in­ly dear,
Yet, O Love, ’tis Thou dost call,
Thou wilt be our all in all.