For those we love with­in the veil,
Who once were com­rades of our way,
We thank Thee, Lord; for they have won
To cloud­less day.

And life for them is life in­deed,
The splen­did goal of earth’s strait race;
And where no sha­dows in­ter­vene
They see Thy face.

Not as we knew them any more,
Toil worn, and sad with bur­dened care:
Erect, clear eyed, up­on their brows
Thy name they bear.

Free from the fret of mor­tal years,
And know­ing now Thy per­fect will,
With quick­ened sense and height­ened joy,
They serve Thee still.

O full­er, sweet­er is that life,
And larg­er, amp­ler is the air:
Eye can­not see nor heart con­ceive
The glo­ry there;

Nor know to what high pur­pose Thou
Dost yet em­ploy their rip­ened pow­ers,
Nor how at Thy be­hest they touch
This life of ours.

There are no tears with­in their eyes;
With love they keep per­pe­tu­al tryst;
And praise and work and rest are one
With Thee, O Christ.