Still They Go and Leave Us

Still they go and leave us

Struggling on the road;

Still the an­gels bear them

Safely home to God.

We weep

but not des­pair­ing

As thus we see them go

For we know their spir­its

Are as white as snow.

When a cher­ished blos­som

Blooming in­to life

Called by death’s stern bid­ding

Quits this world of strife

Tho’ sor­row­ful the part­ing

From one who’s loved so dear

Yet we feel the pres­ence

Of our Sav­ior near.

When we part from school­mates

Whom we’ve learned to love

Tho’ our hearts are strick­en

Soon we’ll meet above.

Where bright and ran­somed spir­its

Stand near the great white throne

Flashing in their ra­di­ance

Greet us

Wel­come home!