1 She hath gone to the Christian's land of rest,
To heaven forever to reign,
With holy and glorified spirits blest,
She conquered thro' him that was slain,
She conquered thro' him that was slain.
2 She hath gone to the land of spirits bright,
Where pleasures unceasingly roll,
Where Christ, the Redeemer, is the light,
And God is the joy of the soul;
And God is the joy of the soul.
3 She hath gone to a house not made with hands,
Secure and eternal above;
To join with the bright angelic bands
In strains of redeeming love,
In strains of redeeming love.
4 It is not without hope we weep and mourn
For one so beloved and dear;
We are bruised and bereaved, but not forlorn,
Though we never shall see her here,
Though we never shall see her here.
Source: The Little Minstrel: a collection of songs and music, with lessons of instruction, mathematically arranged plan of notation #71