1 For those we love within the veil,
who once were comrades of our way,
we thank thee, Lord; for they have won
to cloudless day.

2 Free from the fret of mortal years,
and knowing now thy perfect will,
with quickened sense and heightened joy
they serve thee still.

3 O fuller, sweeter is that life,
and larger, ampler is the air:
eye cannot see nor heart conceive
the glory there;

4 nor know to what high purpose thou
dost yet employ their ripened powers,
nor how at Thy behest they touch
this life of ours.

5 And life for them is life indeed,
the splendid goal of earth’s strait race;
and where no shadows intervene
they see thy face.