Why should our tears in sor­row flow
When God re­calls His own;
And bids them leave a world of woe
For an im­mor­tal crown?

Is not e’en death a gain to those
Whose life to God was giv’n?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close
To open them in Hea­ven.

Their toils are past, their work is done,
And they are ful­ly blest;
They fought the fight, the vic­to­ry won,
And en­tered into rest.

Then let our sorrows cease to flow;
God has re­called His own;
But let our hearts, in ev­ery woe,
Still say, Thy will be done.