Home is not home without thee.
Fast falls the silent tear, while oer
the grave we bend. For now another
pilgrim dear, has reached his journeys end.
A little time on earth he spent.
Tell God for him, his angel sent.
Little Freddie was our darling
pride of all our hearts at home.
But he angels smiling on him
called him to a better home.
For me to live is Christ and to die is gain.
This is a grave but o have care.
For world wide hopes are buried there.
How much of light, how much of joy
is buried with a darling boy.
Farewell my wife and children all.
From you a father Christ doth call.
Mourn not for me, it is in vain
to call me to your sight again.
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they shall see God.
Mother thou art gone to rest.
And this shall be our prayer.
That when we reach our journey's end,
They glory we may share.
