Lord, Save Their Souls Alive!
Lord, save their souls alive!
And—for the rest,—
We leave it all to Thee;
Thou knowest best.
Whether they live or die,
Safely they’ll rest,
Every true soul of them,
Thy Chosen Guest.
Whether they live or die,
They chose the best,
They sprang to Duty’s call,
They stood the test.
If they come back to us—
How grateful we!
If not,—we may not grieve;
They are with Thee.
No soul of them shall fail,
Whate’er the past.
Who dies for Thee and Thine
Wins Thee at last.
Who, through the fiery gates,
Enter Thy rest,
Greet them as conquerors,—
Bravest and best!
Every white soul of them,
Ransomed and blest,—
Wear them as living gems,
Bear them as living flames,
High on Thy breast!
