Why should our tears in sorrow flow When God recalls His own; And bids them leave a world of woe For an immortal crown? Is not e’en death a gain to those Whose life to God was giv’n? Gladly to earth their eyes they close To open them in Heaven. Their toils are past, their work is done, And they are fully blest; They fought the fight, the victory won, And entered into rest. Then let our sorrows cease to flow; God has recalled His own; But let our hearts, in every woe, Still say, Thy will be done.