Requiem

Verse 1

Gone, gone, gone from our home, God hath recalled thee In thy youthful bloom. Death’s icy fingers Rest upon thee now; Our fond gaze lingers On thy pallid brow.

Verse 2

Gone, gone, gone to thy tomb; But ‘tis not cheerless, Hope dispels its gloom, While we are weeping O’er the hallow’d ground, Thou art but sleeping Till the trump shall sown.

Verse 3

Gone, gone, gone to the blest; Earth had its pleasures, But ‘twas not thy rest; Sin and temptation Were thy sorrow here, Then full salvation Is thy portion there.