One week has passed since on the earth
Those eyes in death were closed, —
One week since she who loved our Lord
Hath in his arms reposed.
Death could not visit such as she,
So loving and so true,
But as a messenger, to guide
The shadow-valley through.

Christ oped to her the golden gates
Of everlasting day,
And pointed out to her a place
'Mid saints in bright array.
When, only seven days ago,
This sabbath morn, was given,
Her holiest birthday: now my friend
Hath spent one week in heaven.

One week in heaven! Oh what bliss,
To change the sin and pain
Which mars the earth for that bright home
Where holiness shall reign,
Where not a pang is ever known,
Where tears are wiped away,
Where prayer becomes eternal praise,
And night is changed to day!

One week in heaven! Long ere this
Dear kindred souls she's found:
While I this feeble tribute pen,
She's treading heavenly ground
With many a wise and happy soul,
And holds communion sweet
With those whom while on earth she hoped
Full oft in heaven to greet.

One week in heaven! I must weep,
To think that we no more
Shall clasp again the friendly hand
Upon the island shore;
Yet oh! there's consolation here
To sorrowing spirits given,
That to the saint each hour from earth
Is so much time in heaven.

We shall not bow on earth, sweet friend,
Before our Father's throne;
Nor meet again together where
We've met his love to own:
But oh! there's comfort in the thought,
That those through Jesus joined
Will meet at last, when welcomes sweet
Are not with farewells twined.