12-29-09

Along the Silent Path
~Charles E. Pollock, pub.1911~

1. Along the silent path
   By viewless spirits trod,
   Another little traveler
   Hath gone to be with God.
   
   Refrain:
   Bid us, O Lord, to go,
   Or bid us here to stay;
   We’ll walk with Thee while here below,
   Or up the silent way.
2. Gone up from human love
   To higher love and care;
   From pain below to peace above,
   In mansions, oh, so fair!
3. Attune our hearts, O Lord,
   Though they with sorrow swell,
   To say this meek, submissive word—
   “Thou doest all things well.”