If Death My Friend and Me Divide

If death my friend and me di­vide

Thou dost not

Lord

my sor­row chide

Or frown my tears to see;

Restrained from pas­sion­ate ex­cess

Thou bidst me mourn in calm dis­tress

For them that rest in Thee.

I feel a strong im­mor­tal hope

Which bears my mourn­ful spir­it up

Beneath its mount­ain-load:

Redeemed from death

and grief

and pain

I soon shall find my friend again

Within the arms of God.

Pass a few fleet­ing mo­ments more

And death the bless­ing shall re­store

Which death has snatched away;

For me Thou wilt the sum­mons send

And give me back my part­ed friend

In that eter­nal day.