Another hand is beckoning us,

Another call is given;

And glows once more with angel steps

The path that leads to heaven.

O, half we deemed she needed not

The changing of her sphere,

To give to heaven a shining one,

Who walked an angel here.

Unto our Father’s will alone

One thought hath reconciled;

That He whose love exceedeth ours

Hath taken home his child.

Fold her, O Father, in thine arms,

And let her henceforth be

A messenger of love between

Our human hearts and Thee.

Still let her mild rebukings stand

Between us and the wrong,

And her dear memory serve to make

Our faith in goodness strong.