Funeral Hymns, Second Series, 29, Part 2

O That the child of heavenly light
Might drop her mantle in her flight,
Her lamblike spirit leave;
On us let all her graces rest.
To meek en every troubled breast,
And teach us how to grieve!

Happy, could we the secret find.
Like her in all events resign'd
To gain by every loss;
Our sharpest agonies to' improve,
Esteem our Master's lot, and love
And glory in His cross!

Master, on us, even us bestow
Like precious faith Thyself to know;
Fulfil our heart's desire.
Daily in all her steps to tread,
And let us in the garden bleed,
And on the mount expire.

Like her, who now supremely bless'd,
Enjoys an everlasting rest.
We fain on earth would be
As harmless as that gentlest dove,
As simplified by humble love.
As perfectly like Thee.

O were it, Lord, on us bestow'd.
The love that in her bosom glow'd.
The love invincible,
The love that turns the other cheek.
The love inviolably meek,
That bears and conquers all!

Made ready here by patient love
For sweetest fellowship above
With our translated friend,
Give us through life her spirit to breathe.
Indulge us then to die her death.
And bless us Avith her end.