Into something new and strange
Death shall set his captive free
Mortal shall Immortal be
We shall put the earthly by
Sin and sin's defiling strain
Weakness, weariness and pain
Evermore like Him to be
Whom at last our eyes shall see
Into something fair and strange
We shall change
We shall pass-
Like the wind across the grass
We who walk the earth's hard ways
We who toil through weary days
Noiseless as the clouds float by
In the deeps of summer sky
Silent as the sunrise falls
On the sleeping city's walls
Lightly as a drifting leaf
With a journeying as brief
Swift as shadows on the glass
We shall pass
We shall go-
Not with funeral procession slow
Not with toil of passing bell
Human grief and gloom to tell
But with shout on high
Trump of God and Angel's cry
We who dwell as exiles here
Longing for a land more dear
Joyful to our Home above
Joyful to the Lord we love
From all evils here below
We shall go
Annie Johnson Flint
Like the wind across the grass
We who walk the earth's hard ways
We who toil through weary days
Noiseless as the clouds float by
In the deeps of summer sky
Silent as the sunrise falls
On the sleeping city's walls
Lightly as a drifting leaf
With a journeying as brief
Swift as shadows on the glass
We shall pass
We shall go-
Not with funeral procession slow
Not with toil of passing bell
Human grief and gloom to tell
But with shout on high
Trump of God and Angel's cry
We who dwell as exiles here
Longing for a land more dear
Joyful to our Home above
Joyful to the Lord we love
From all evils here below
We shall go
Annie Johnson Flint
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