God of the Living, in Whose Eyes

God of the liv­ing

in whose eyes

Unveiled Thy whole cre­ation lies

All souls are Thine

we must not say

That those are dead who pass away;

From this our world of flesh set free

We know them liv­ing un­to Thee.

Released from earth­ly toil and strife

With Thee is hid­den still their life;

Thine are their thoughts

their works

their pow­ers

All Thine

and yet most tru­ly ours;

For well we know

wher­e’er they be

Our dead are liv­ing un­to Thee.

Not spilt like wa­ter on the ground

Not wrapped in dream­less sleep pro­found

Not wan­de­ring in un­known des­pair

Beyond Thy voice

Thine arm

Thy care;

Not left to lie like fall­en tree—

Not dead

but liv­ing

un­to Thee.

Thy Word is true

Thy will is just;

To Thee we leave them

Lord

in trust;

And bless Thee for the love which gave

Thy Son to fill a hu­man grave;

That none might fear that world to see

Where all are liv­ing un­to Thee.

O Breath­er in­to man of breath

O Hold­er of the keys of death

O Giv­er of the life with­in

Save us from death

the death of sin

That bo­dy

soul

and spir­it be

Forever liv­ing un­to Thee.