Still one in life and one in death,
One in our hope of rest above;
One in our joy, our trust, our faith,
One in each oth­er’s faith­ful love.

Yet must we part, and part­ing, weep;
What else has earth for us in store?
Our fare­well pangs, how sharp and deep!
Our fare­well words, how sad and sore!

Yet shall we meet again in peace,
To sing the song of fes­tal joy,
Where none shall bid our glad­ness cease,
And none our fel­low­ship des­troy.

Where none shall beck­on us away,
Nor bid our fes­tiv­al be done;
Our meet­ing-time th’eter­nal day,
Our meet­ing-place th’eter­nal throne.

There, hand in hand, firm-linked at last,
And, heart to heart, en­fold­ed all,
We’ll smile up­on the trou­bled past,
And won­der why we wept at all.