There are loved ones in the glory, whose dear forms you often miss.
When you close your earthly story, will you join them in their bliss?
Will the circle be unbroken, by and by, Lord, by and by?
In a better home awaiting, in the sky, in the sky?
In the joyous days of childhood, oft they told of wondrous love,
Pointed to the dying Savior now the dwell with Him above.
You remember songs of heaven which you sang with childish voice.
Do you love the hymns they taught you, or are songs of earth your choice?
You can picture happy gatherings round the fireside long ago,
And you think of tearful partings, when they left you here below.