Oh, the heartaches that come with the last goodbye;

I long to exchange for the sweet by and by,

When father, dear father will meet

Where justice and mercy will greet.

Father, dear father, I see in my dreams

As cheerful and bright as the light may seem

On the sparkling dew drops under a morning sun

Where the first welcome notes from the birds are sung.

Where sins passions will never invade,

Where the lust of the flesh can never persuade,

Where ages and ages recede in the past

Where the records of humanity are read at last.