From Earth's greenest pastures
To those greener still,
I'll follow my Shepherd
To heaven's high hill.
After life's last sunset
Comes eternal dawn,
With the Son of the King
To Whom I am drawn.
I have met Him in life;
And now in the sky,
His hands are out-stretched
To gather me nigh.
This curse of Earth — this pain —
Is left to it's land,
While my tears are all dried
By Christ's precious hand.
Don't mourn me at home.
Look to the day,
When you will be with me,
And praise Him and say,
"I know Whom I've believ'd
And now I do ken
That He's faithfully kept
All that I've given! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem