Lord Je­su, who at La­zarus’ tomb
To weep­ing friends from death’s dark womb
Didst bring new joy to life,
Grant to the friends who stand for­lorn
A vi­sion of that larg­er morn
Where peace has con­quered strife.

May we be­hold across the bar
The dear im­mor­tals as they are,
Empowered in act and will,
With pur­er eyes to see their king,
With full­er hearts His praise to sing,
With strength to help us still;

Not fet­tered now by flesh­ly bond,
But tire­less in the great be­yond,
And grow­ing day by day.
Can we not make their glad­ness ours,
And share their thoughts, their add­ed pow­ers,
And fol­low as we pray?

O Ho­ly Ghost, the strength and guide
Of those who to this earth have died,
But live more near to God,
Give us Thy grace to fol­low on,
Till we with them the crown have won
Who du­ty’s paths have trod.