Our loving one has gone to rest,
In heaven now she’s ever blest;
In heaven now she waiting stands
To welcome us to that blest land.
O glorious thought, well meet again,
And with the angels we will sing;
Yes, we will sing.
Recordings 1
Our loving one has gone to rest,
In heaven now she’s ever blest;
In heaven now she waiting stands
To welcome us to that blest land.
O glorious thought, well meet again,
And with the angels we will sing;
Yes, we will sing.
Recordings 1