She is in heaven, and I on earth to-day:
Life's battles she hath fought, Life's victories won;
While I amid the conflict yet must stay,
And wait in patience till my work is done.

She is in heaven! She no more may tread
The devious paths of earth with weary feet:
Glory celestial crowns that dear one's head;
Joy is her heritage where saved ones meet.

She is in heaven! While sadly I peruse
Her letters filled with love to our blest Lord,
I weep, as Memory the past reviews:
Her willing pen for me can trace no word.

She is in heaven! Oh, why should I regret
The summons merciful which called her home!
Her cheeks no more with earth-born tears are wet:
Oh for the hour when Christ shall bid me “Come!”

She is in heaven! Close by our Saviour's side,
She roves amid the verdant pastures now,
Forever with her Master to abide,
Where all with loving hearts to Jesus bow.

She is in heaven! I long to greet her there,
Far from the snares of sin, the clouds of earth,
Her rapturous bliss at seeing God to share,
In that safe fold of our immortal birth.