Sorrow stealeth o'er my spirit, For I hear O'Carr is dead. Once I tried to sing his merit, After health began to fade.
Then I thought his end was nigh, That he very soon would die, When I saw that he was leaving His sweet home for distant Isle,
Oft the thought my soul was grieving “He might linger for a while And then leave his wife and babe, Far away o'er Ocean's wave.”
Yet I know our loving Father Often hears his children's prayers; That he would at all times rather Ease them of their ills and cares,
Than lay on a single stroke, If not needful‘ neath his yoke. And I thought he then would listen To our supplications strong;
That each countenance might glisten With sweet joy ere very long: Joy from seeing him come back, Having of good health no lack.
When I heard of his returning, And how he was sinking fast, Soon my soul was strongly yearning To be with him ere he passed
From these earthly scenes away To enjoy Eternal Day. This, my wish, kept growing stronger, As each day flew o'er my head,
Till I felt I could no longer Brook delay, when lo! he's dead. Now I prize this pleasing thought, He to Bliss is safely brought.
While hot tears bedim the vision Of dear friends who mourn his death, May they manifest decision By the wondrous power of Faith,
In belief that those who sleep Safe in Jesus shall not weep. We are not forbid to sorrow,— Jesus wept at Lazarus’ tomb.
Soon will come the glorious Morrow Which shall chase away our gloom; If we put our trust in God, And still seek to kiss His Rod.
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