Father, who hast ga­thered
This dear child to rest,
Unto Thee we yield him,
Sure Thou know­est best.

Thou, O Lord, who gav­est,
Dost Thine own re­claim;
Thou, O Lord, hast tak­en—
Blessèd still Thy name!

Thine by right cre­at­ive,
By re­demp­tion Thine,
By re­ge­ne­ra­tion
And the ho­ly sign.

Thou who didst en­dow him
With ba­ptis­mal grace,
Now in love hast brought him
To be­hold Thy face.

Safe from all earth’s sor­row,
Safe from all its pains,
Now this child of Ad­am,
Paradise re­gains:

Safe from all temp­ta­tion,
Safe from fear of sin,
Through the blood of sprink­ling
Holy, bright and clean.

Lay we this dear bo­dy
In the earth to sleep,
His sweet soul com­mend­ing
Unto Thee to keep:

Looking for the dawn­ing
Of that death­less day,
When all earth­ly sha­dows
Shall have fled away.

Only grant us, Fa­ther,
Courage in our strife,
And with him a por­tion
In un­end­ing life.