O My Father
Text: Eliza R. Snow, 1804-1887
Music: James McGranahan, 1840-1907
1. O my Father, thou that dwellest
In the high and glorious place,
When shall I regain thy presence
And again behold thy face?
In thy holy habitation,
Did my spirit once reside?
In my first primeval childhood
Was I nurtured near thy side?
2. For a wise and glorious purpose
Thou hast placed me here on earth
And withheld the recollection
Of my former friends and birth;
Yet ofttimes a secret something
Whispered, "You're a stranger here,"
And I felt that I had wandered
From a more exalted sphere.
3. I had learned to call thee Father,
Thru thy Spirit from on high,
But, until the key of knowledge
Was restored, I knew not why.
In the heav'ns are parents single?
No, the thought makes reason stare!
Truth is reason; truth eternal
Tells me I've a mother there.
4. When I leave this frail existence,
When I lay this mortal by,
Father, Mother, may I meet you
In your royal courts on high?
Then, at length, when I've completed
All you sent me forth to do,
With your mutual approbation
Let me come and dwell with you.
Keiko
15th February 2019
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Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
All, is well.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland