1 From place to place the Christian goes,
By many a tempest driven,
At last the haven of repose
He safely finds in heaven.
God, after life's alarms,
Receives him in His arms.
He dies, as in the mold the grain,
To yield its golden fruit again.

2 And sure thy parting has been blessed,
Bless'd be thy life's example!
Thou spirit, calmly gone to rest,
And thou, its mouldering temple.
O soul, thy Savior's near!
The morning star shines clear;
And you, ye members, softly sleep
Beneath love's shadow still and deep.

3 We wait with glad and patient hope
The glorious revelation,
While He this pilgrim dress folds up
In holy preservation.
O happy souls who rest
In Jesus' arms and breast.
Love leads us all our path aright,
Through such a depth to such a height.