IN MEMORIAM[4]
Farewell, dear Willie, darling one—Thy will, O Lord, Thy will be done;’Tis Jesus calls thee to thy rest,To live with Him among the blest.While in the grave we lay him low,The tears of grief unbidden flow;Though sobbing hearts with grief may swell,Our Father doeth all things well.Though ’neath the ground we lay him low,His spirit up to God will go,On angels’ pinions borne away,Our darling lives in endless day.A few more years may fleet away,When we no more on earth may stay;We’ll bid this dreary world adieu,And soar beyond bright heaven’s blue.Beyond cold Jordan’s swelling tide,Beyond grim death’s dark valley wide—Safe in the tender Shepherd’s care,We soon shall meet our darling there.Beyond this world of woe and care,In yonder city bright and fair,Crowned with jewels rich and rare,We’ll meet our little darling there.See him as he beckoning stands,Calling us with outstretched hands,To guide us on our weary way,To realms of bliss in endless day.Safely there on Jesus’ breast,Forever he will be at rest;In yon blue heaven, bright and fair,We’ll meet our darling Willie there.
Farewell, dear Willie, darling one—Thy will, O Lord, Thy will be done;’Tis Jesus calls thee to thy rest,To live with Him among the blest.While in the grave we lay him low,The tears of grief unbidden flow;Though sobbing hearts with grief may swell,Our Father doeth all things well.Though ’neath the ground we lay him low,His spirit up to God will go,On angels’ pinions borne away,Our darling lives in endless day.A few more years may fleet away,When we no more on earth may stay;We’ll bid this dreary world adieu,And soar beyond bright heaven’s blue.Beyond cold Jordan’s swelling tide,Beyond grim death’s dark valley wide—Safe in the tender Shepherd’s care,We soon shall meet our darling there.Beyond this world of woe and care,In yonder city bright and fair,Crowned with jewels rich and rare,We’ll meet our little darling there.See him as he beckoning stands,Calling us with outstretched hands,To guide us on our weary way,To realms of bliss in endless day.Safely there on Jesus’ breast,Forever he will be at rest;In yon blue heaven, bright and fair,We’ll meet our darling Willie there.
Farewell, dear Willie, darling one—Thy will, O Lord, Thy will be done;’Tis Jesus calls thee to thy rest,To live with Him among the blest.
Farewell, dear Willie, darling one—
Thy will, O Lord, Thy will be done;
’Tis Jesus calls thee to thy rest,
To live with Him among the blest.
While in the grave we lay him low,The tears of grief unbidden flow;Though sobbing hearts with grief may swell,Our Father doeth all things well.
While in the grave we lay him low,
The tears of grief unbidden flow;
Though sobbing hearts with grief may swell,
Our Father doeth all things well.
Though ’neath the ground we lay him low,His spirit up to God will go,On angels’ pinions borne away,Our darling lives in endless day.
Though ’neath the ground we lay him low,
His spirit up to God will go,
On angels’ pinions borne away,
Our darling lives in endless day.
A few more years may fleet away,When we no more on earth may stay;We’ll bid this dreary world adieu,And soar beyond bright heaven’s blue.
A few more years may fleet away,
When we no more on earth may stay;
We’ll bid this dreary world adieu,
And soar beyond bright heaven’s blue.
Beyond cold Jordan’s swelling tide,Beyond grim death’s dark valley wide—Safe in the tender Shepherd’s care,We soon shall meet our darling there.
Beyond cold Jordan’s swelling tide,
Beyond grim death’s dark valley wide—
Safe in the tender Shepherd’s care,
We soon shall meet our darling there.
Beyond this world of woe and care,In yonder city bright and fair,Crowned with jewels rich and rare,We’ll meet our little darling there.
Beyond this world of woe and care,
In yonder city bright and fair,
Crowned with jewels rich and rare,
We’ll meet our little darling there.
See him as he beckoning stands,Calling us with outstretched hands,To guide us on our weary way,To realms of bliss in endless day.
See him as he beckoning stands,
Calling us with outstretched hands,
To guide us on our weary way,
To realms of bliss in endless day.
Safely there on Jesus’ breast,Forever he will be at rest;In yon blue heaven, bright and fair,We’ll meet our darling Willie there.
Safely there on Jesus’ breast,
Forever he will be at rest;
In yon blue heaven, bright and fair,
We’ll meet our darling Willie there.
4. Written upon the death of William H. H., son of Winfield S. and Sarah A. Kayhart.
4. Written upon the death of William H. H., son of Winfield S. and Sarah A. Kayhart.