The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.
When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).
Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.
Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.
The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.