As You Love Me - Unknown

As you love me, let there be no mourning when I go,
No tearful eyes, no hopeless sighs, no woe, or even sadness!
Indeed I would not have you sad,
For I myself shall be full glad,
With the high triumphant gladness
Of a soul made free of God's sweet liberty

No windows darkened
For my own will be flung wide as ne'er before,
To catch the radiant in-pour of love
that shall in full atone for all the ills that I have done;
And the good things left undone;

No voices hushed;
My own, full flushed
With an immortal hope,
will rise In ecstasies of new born bliss and joyful melodies.

Rather, or your sweet courtesy,
Rejoice with me
At my soul's loosing from captivity.
With me, bon voyage, as you do a friend
Whose joyous visit finds it happy end
And bid me both A dieu and Au revoir.

Since, though I come no more,
I shall be waiting there to greet you at His door.
And, as the feet of the bearers tread the ways I trod,
Think not of me as dead, but rather happy.
Thrice happy, he whose course is sped!
He has gone home - to God, His Father

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