Verse 1
But could the chief apostle grieve,
That Jesus should a saint receive,
To everlasting rest?
Then I may lawfully bemoan
Myself, for her to glory gone
In her Redeemer’s breast.
Verse 2
My friend no more on earth appears;
The tribute of these pious tears
She asks, and justifies:
And weeping, thro’ the vale of woe,
With calm submissive grief I go,
To meet her in the skies.