Sister of sleep, healer of life, divine
⁠ As rest and strong as very love may be,
⁠ To set the soul that love could set not free,
To bid the skies that day could bid not shine,
To give the gift that life withheld was thine.
⁠ With all my heart I loved one borne from me:
⁠ And all my heart bows down and praises thee,
Death, that hast now made grief not his but mine.

O Changer of men's hearts, we would not bid thee
⁠ Turn back our hearts from sorrow: this alone
⁠ We bid, we pray thee, from thy sovereign throne
And sanctuary sublime where heaven has hid thee,
⁠ Give: grace to know of those for whom we weep
⁠ That if they wake their life is sweet as sleep.