Let hope and sorrow now unite
to consecrate life's ending,
and praise good friends now gone from sight,
though grief and loss are rending.
The story in a well-loved face,
the years and days our thoughts retrace,
are treasures worth defending.
With faith, or doubt, or open mind,
we whisper life's great question.
The ebb and flow of space and time
surpass our small perception.
Yet knowledge grows with joyful gains
and finds out wonders far more strange
than hopes of resurrection.
Be glad for life, in age or youth:
its worth is past conceiving.
And stand by justice, love and truth,
as patterns for believing.
Give thanks for all each person gives;
*as faith comes true, and Jesus lives,
there'll be an end to grieving.
*To respect the integrity of diverse faiths and persuasions,
a recommended variant in stanza 3 is, "if faith comes true, etc."