1. Along the silent path
By viewless spirits trod,
Another little traveler
Hath gone to be with God.
R: Bid us, O Lord, to go,
Or bid us here to stay;
We’ll walk with Thee while here below,
Or up the silent way.
2. Gone up from human love
To higher love and care;
From pain below to peace above,
In mansions, oh, so fair!
3. Attune our hearts, O Lord,
Though they with sorrow swell,
To say this meek, submissive word—
"Thou doest all things well."