There is a state unknown, unseen,

Where parted souls must be;

And but a step doth lie between

That world of souls and me.

I see no light, I hear no sound,

When midnight shades are spread;

Yet angels pitch their tents around,

And guard my quiet bed.

The things unseen, O God, reveal;

My spirit’s vision clear,

Till I shall feel, and see, and know,

That those I love are near.

Impart the faith that soars on high,

Beyond this earthly strife;

That holds sweet converse with the sky,

And lives eternal life.