Father, I know that Thou wilt lead them too,
As Thou led'st me;
From creeds that blind, and terrors which pursue,
Out from the old life safe into the new,—
To knowing Thee;
That they may dwell in all that's good and true
Eternally.
Mother, I know that Thou wilt hold their hand,—
Thou didst hold mine,—
Across earth's wastes, and error's shifting sand,
And bring them sweetly, gently, to the land
Of Love divine;
Wilt teach them just as they can understand,
Line upon line.
Father-and-Mother God, who answerest prayer,
Yea, seven times seven;
Help us to leave our loved ones in Thy care,
Nor force Truth's task, nor question when and where
They wake to heaven;
Enough to know each child of Thine is there,
Loved, blessed, forgiven.
