Verse 1
O that the child of heavenly light
Might drop her mantle in her flight,
Her lamb-like spirit leave!
On us let all her graces rest,
To meeken every troubled breast,
And teach us how to grieve.

Verse 2
Happy, could we the secret find,
Like her in all events resign’d
To gain by every loss;
Our sharpest agonies t’ improve,
Esteem our Master’s lot, and love,
And glory in his cross!

Verse 3
Master, on us, ev’n us bestow
Like precious faith thyself to know;
Fulfil our heart’s desire,
Daily in all her steps to tread,
And let us in the garden bleed,
And on the mount expire.

Verse 4
Like her, who now supremely blest,
Enjoys an everlasting rest,
We fain on earth would be;
As harmless as that gentlest dove,
As simplified by humble love,
As perfectly like thee.

Verse 5
O were it, Lord, on us bestow’d,
The love that in her bosom glow’d,
The love invincible;
The love that turns the other cheek,
The love inviolably meek,
That bears and conquers all!

Verse 6
Made ready here by patient love
For sweetest fellowship above
With our translated friend;
Give us thro’ life her spirit to breathe,
Indulge us then to die her death,
And bless us with her end.