1 Still they go and leave us
Struggling on the road,
Still the angels bear them
Safely home to God;
We weep, but not despairing,
As thus we see them go,
For the Lord’s redeem'd ones
Are as white as snow.
2 When a cherish'd blossom,
Blooming into life,
Call'd by death’s stern bidding
Quits this world of strife,
Tho' sorrowful the parting,
From one we lov'd so dear,
Yet we feel the presence
Of our Saviour near.
3 When we part from schoolmates,
Whom we learn'd to love,
Tho' our hearts are stricken,
We may meet above,
Where all the ransom'd spirits
Stand near the great white throne,
Dwelling in the glory
With the Holy One.