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.

And thus shall faith’s consoling power

The tears of love restrain;

O, who that saw thy parting hour

Could wish thee here again?

Gently the passing spirit fled,

Sustained by grace divine;

O, may such grace on us be shed,

And make our end like thine!