Funeral Hymns, Second Series, 36

She flies! the soul as lightning flies!
She mounts exulting to the skies,
Beyond the reach of death and pain,
And never shall she sin again.

Possess'd of that for which alone
We daily toil, and suffer on.
In exile pine, in prison sigh,
And languish till allow'd to die.

In prayer and praise we lift our voice.
In joy lament, in grief rejoice:
By sinking rise, by losing gain,
And endless life by death obtain.

This dying life shall soon be past,
(A moment cannot always last.)
And He who set our partner free
Shall quickly send for you and me.

Even now the heavenly convoy waits;
Open, ye everlasting gates!
Redeem'd from earth, escaped from sin,
Receive the weary exiles in.

We after our translated friend.
Out of the wilderness ascend.
Enter into the heavenly rest,
And meet her — on the Saviour's breast.