One Bright Flower Has Drooped and Faded

One bright flow­er has drooped and fad­ed

One sweet youth­ful voice has fled

One fair brow the grave has shad­ed

One dear school-mate now is dead.

We would feel no pang of sad­ness

For our friend is hap­py now;

She has knelt in soul-felt glad­ness

Where the bless­èd an­gels bow.

She has gone to Heav­en be­fore us

But she turns and waves her hand

Pointing to the glo­ries o’er us

In that hap­py spirit-land.

Lord

do Thou keep watch ab­ove us

Keep us all from er­ror free;

Let Thy Spir­it guide and love us

Till

like her

we go to Thee.