1 Passed away from earth forever,
Free from all its cares and fears,
She again will join us never
While we tread this vale of tears;
For the turf is now her pillow,
And she sleeps among the dead;
While the cypress and the willow
Wave above her lowly bed.
2 With what grief and anguish riven
Should we see the loved depart,
If there were no promise given
Which could soothe the wounded heart!
If the chains with which death binds them
Ne'er again should broken be,
And his prison which confines them
Ne'er be burst to set them free!
3 But a glorious day is nearing,
Earth's long-wished-for jubilee,
When creation's King appearing,
Shall proclaim his people free;
When upborne on Love's bright pinion,
They shall shout from land and sea,
"Death, where is thy dark dominion!
Grave, where is thy victory!"
Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #964