Along The Silent Path
By Viewless Spirits Trod,
Another Little Traveller
Hath Gone To Be With God.

Bid Us, O Lord, To Go,
Or Bid Us Here To Stay;
We’ll Walk With Thee While Here Below,
Or Up The Silent Way.

Gone Up From Human Love
To Higher Love And Care;
From Pain Below To Peace Above,
In Mansions, Oh, So Fair!

Attune Our Hearts, O Lord,
Though They With Sorrow Swell,
To Say This Meek, Submissive Word-
“Thou Doest All Things Well.”