Midst the lilies blooming yonder

Thou shalt wander,

Oh my soul, and be at home.

Rise, then, as on eagle-pinions—

Thy dominions

Are above where angels roam.

Guide my ship, Thou First-born Brother,

To no other

Than that peaceful haven where,

Sheltered from all storms forever,

I shall never

Know of sorrow, sin or care.

Thou canst fill our mouths with laughter,

And hereafter

Make our tongues to sing Thy praise.

Thou canst softly lead us mortals

Through death’s portals

And above all evils raise.

For our sins and grievous errors

All the terrors

Of the cross Thou didst endure.

Death, thy sting for aye has vanished,

Thou art banished,

And I rest from thee secure.