Yes, brief our part­ing words shall be,
And few our part­ing tears;
The Lord shall watch ’twixt me and thee
Thro’ all the com­ing years;
His eyes shall our guid­ing light
Wherever we may roam,
Like bea­con fires that burn at night
To lure the wan­der­er home.

We will not fear that time or change
Our per­fect trust can dim,
No sha­dow of a wrong es­trange
The hearts that rest in Him.
But should they for one hour for­get
For one faint hour be cold,
The Lord shall watch be­tween us yet,
His love our love shall hold.

Belovèd, when we reach apart,
The val­ley lone and dread,
Which, side by side and heart to heart,
We once had thought to tread,
His faith­ful rod, thy staff and mine,
Thro’ all the ways shall be
The com­fort of His grace, a sign
Still be­tween me and thee.