Funeral Hymn: Another

Most gentle of all the soft kind,
I cannot allow thee to part,
So deeply engraven I find
Thy form on my desolate heart!
Still, still the desire of my eyes,
The bright apparition I see;
It beckons me up to the skies.
It waits — to be happy with me!

Thy voice ever-sounding I hear:
The harmony lulls me to rest;
It speaks my deliverance near,
It calms my tumultuous breast;
It bids me a moment endure,
Resign'd in affliction and pain,
To make my inheritance sure,
A share of her glory to gain.

O could I attain to the grace
That richly resided in thee,
A number of sorrowful days
Would seem but a moment to me:
So swiftly I then should remove,
Where sorrow and sighing are o'er,
And find my companion above.
And meet to be parted no more.

O Jesus, in pity appear.
Thy peace to a mourner impart.
Thy kingdom of righteousness here.
And whisper it into my heart;
Partaker at last of my hope.
With mercy a sinner embrace,
And out of the valley take up,
And bless with the sight of T/iy face.