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, by and by? 
Is 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 Saviour; 
Now they 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 gath'rings 
Round the fireside long ago, 
And you think of tearful partings 
When they left you here below. 

One by one their seats were emptied. 
One by one they went away. 
Now the family is parted. 
Will it [bad word] one day?