Gathered

Oh Lord, we place each life into your hand

With trust for each fresh mercy you have planned,

In hope that at the shore of life's long sea,

We find those hearts we loved, at home with Thee.

Teach us to trust your love ere heaven's clear skies,

To know, ere endless morning meets our eyes,

That when through death's dark shadows, hands must part,

You gather those you love into your heart.