Dear as thou wast, and justly dear

We would not weep for thee:

One thought shall check the starting tear,

It is that thou art free.

2 And thus shall faith’s consoling power

The tears of love restrain;

O, who that saw thy parting hour,

Could wish thee here again!

3 Gently the passing spirit fled,

Sustained by grace divine;

O, may such grace on us be shed,

And make our end like thine!