Sister, thou wast mild and lovely

Verse 1

Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer breeze; Pleasant as the air of evening When it floats among the trees.

Verse 2

Dearest sister, thou hast left us! Here thy loss we deeply feel; But 'tis God that hath berelf us, He can all our sorrows heal.

Verse 3

Yet again we hope to meet thee, When this mortal life is fled; Then, in heav'n, with joy to greet thee, Where no farewell tear is shed.