How blest are they who trust in Christ
When we and those we love must part:
We yield them up, for go they must,
But do not lose them for our heart.
In ripened age, their harvest reaped,
Or gone from us in youth or prime,
In Christ they have eternal life,
Released from all the bonds of time.
In Christ, who tasted death for us,
We rise above our natural grief,
And witness to a stricken world
The strength and splendour of belief.