Sister, Thou Wast Mild and Lovely

Hymns, 381

1. Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer breeze, Pleasant as the air of evening When it floats among the trees.

2. Peaceful be thy silent slumber, Peaceful in the grave so low; Thou no more wilt join our number; Thou no more our songs shalt know.

3. Dearest sister, thou hast left us; Here thy loss we deeply feel, But ’tis God that hast bereft us; He can all our sorrows heal.

4. Yet again we hope to meet thee When death’s gloomy night has fled; Then on earth with joy to greet thee Where no bitter tears are shed.