E'en for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief,
Death cannot long divide.
For is it not as though the rose that
climbed my garden wall
Has blossomed on the other side?
Death doth hide,
But not divide;
Thou art but on Christ's other side!
Thou art with Christ, and Christ with me;
In Christ united still are we.
Streams in the Desert, by Mrs. Charles Cowman