1 And is the lovely shadow fled.
The blooming wonder of her years,
So soon inshrin'd among the dead.
She justly claims our pious tears:
who now to heav'nly spirits join;d,
Hath left our wretched world behind.

2 Her earthly shortliv'd excellence
With meek submission we bemoan,
Snatch'd in a fatal movement hence,
Gone from our arms to Jesus gone,
To heighten by her swift remove
The grief below, and joy above.

3 In vain the dear departing saint
Forbids our gushing tears to flow,
Forbear my friends your fond complaint,
From earth to heav'n I gladly go,
To glorious company above,
Bright angels, and the God of love.

4 O praise him and rejoice for me
So happy, happy in my God!
So sonn from all my pain set free,
And hasten to that blest abode,
With swift desire my steps pursue,
And take the prize prepar'd for you.

5 Meet am I for the great reward,
The great reward I know is mine,
Come O my sweet redeeming Lord,
Open those lovely arms of thine,
And take me up thy face to see,
And let me die to live with thee.

6 The pray'r is seal'd the soul is fled,
And sees the Saviour face to face:
But still she speaks to us though dead.
She calls us to that heav'nly place,
Where all the storms of life are o'er,
And pain and parting is no more.