Mourn, yes mourn, But not for her at rest And happy with the blest; Her toils and trials cease, Her soul may rest in peace, In perfect peace. Pray, yes pray, But not for her in heaven, Pray we may be forgiven, And at the last may stand With her in Glory Land, A happy band. Praise, yes praise, That in the Crucified SHe lived and loved and died May grace our souls refine And may her hope divine Be thine and mine.