Another hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;
And glows once more with angel steps
The path that leads to heaven.
O, half we deemed she needed not
The changing of her sphere,
To give to heaven a shining one,
Who walked an angel here.
Unto our Father’s will alone
One thought hath reconciled;
That He whose love exceedeth ours
Hath taken home his child.
Fold her, O Father, in thine arms,
And let her henceforth be
A messenger of love between
Our human hearts and Thee.
Still let her mild rebukings stand
Between us and the wrong,
And her dear memory serve to make
Our faith in goodness strong.
|First Line:||Another hand is beckoning us|
|Title:||Not Lost, But Gone Before|