In that land of joy and beauty,
In that wondrous world of light,
Where the Saviour now is living,
Seated, crowned with glory bright—
There, in purity and safety,
Many little children dwell;
And they all like lambs, are folded
By the One who loves them well.
You, whose little friends have left you
In that happy land to dwell—
You, whose little playmates have been
Called by Jesus—you can tell
How on earth, their joyous laughter
Mingled once with yours in play;
Hand in hand you’ve walked together—
Walked together day by day.
But that good and tender Shepherd,
Who for them His life has given,
Called them from this world of sorrow,
To His happy home—to heaven.
With His arm these lambs He gathered:
(‘Twas for them He shed His blood),
In his bosom now they’re carried,
In the Paradise of God.
You, who here have loved and known them,
Will you meet again above?
Will you join those happy children
In those palaces of love?
If you know He died to save you,
If you trust His precious word.
You will be, when Jesus calls you,
With them, caught to meet the Lord.
ML 09/03/1922