1 When forced to part from those we love,
Though sure to meet to-morrow,
We still a painful anguish prove--
We feel a pang of sorrow.
2 But who can e'er describe the tears
We shed when thus we sever,
If doomed to part for months, for years--
To part, perhaps, for ever?
3 Yet, if our aims are fixed aright,
A sacred hope is given,
Though here our prospects end in night,
We'll meet again in heaven.
4 Then let us form those bonds above
Which time can ne'er dissever,
Since, parting in a Saviour's love,
We part to meet for ever.Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #949