Classic Poem

O Lord of Life, where'er they be,
Safe in thine own eternity,
Our dead are living unto thee.

All souls are thine and, here or there,
They rest within thy sheltering care;
One providence alike they share.

Thy word is true, thy ways are just;
Above the requiem ‘dust to dust’
Shall rise our psalm of grateful trust.

O happy they in God who rest,
No more by fear and doubt oppressed;
Living or dying they are blest.