by Barbara C. Ryberg
When I have gone, remember I'm with Jesus;
Then do not grieve because I've passed away.
Life holds so many griefs and disappointments;
And will you weep because I did not stay?
'Tis only for a spell we must be parted;
Not many years on earth to us are given.
And when my Saviour tells me you are coming,
I'll go with Him, and welcome you to heaven.
Grieve not because the eyes that looked upon you
Shall never see your face on earth again;
Rejoice because they look upon the Saviour,
Who gave His life to ransom sinful men.
Weep not because I walk no longer with you;
Remember, I am walking streets of gold.
Weep for yourselves that you a while must tarry,
Before the blessed Lord you may behold.
