He hath done all things well. Mark 7:37
Farewell, my friends, since we must part,
The separation grieves my heart;
The Master doeth all things well,
And yet I grieve to say farewell.
This is my prayer to God most high,
That we may gather by and by,
Around the throne where angels dwell;
But for a while farewell, farewell,
But peace, my soul! that painful word
Shall cease to pierce as with a sword,
When angels come the news to tell,
That we may bid all grief farewell.
Till then, let’s hope and trust and pray,
And wait, and watch for that sweet day,
When we’ll go home, with Christ to dwell,
Where friends no more shall say farewell.