Words: , in Good News, or Songs and Tunes for Sun­day Schools, Christ­ian As­so­ci­a­tions, and Spe­cial Meet­ings, ed­it­ed by (Bos­ton, Mass­a­chu­setts: Ol­iv­er Dit­son & Com­pa­ny, 1876).

Music: (1828-1875).

The fol­low­ing ac­com­pa­nied this song when it was pub­lished:

IN ME­MOR­I­AM—TUES­DAY MORN­ING, NOV. 23, 1875
This is one of sev­er­al beau­ti­ful “songs with­out words” that my true and well tried friend, Dr. A. Brooks Ev­er­ett, con­trib­ut­ed for these pag­es on­ly a short time be­fore his death; and to me, it was as sweet as an­y­thing Schu­mann ev­er wrote. The words are Mrs. Slade’s, and I thank her for them. The ded­i­ca­tion is mine.
R. M. McIntosh

Birds are rejoicing,
O’er hill and dell;
Hushed is thy voicing,
Sweeter that fell.
Friend of our happy days,
Brother of prayer and praise,
Thine own sweet music says,
Loved one, farewell!

Thou hast ascended,
Where angels dwell;
Where, earth songs ended,
Heav’n’s anthems swell.
Safe, all the saints among,
Blest with the praising throng,
Singing the new made songs,
Loved one, farewell!

Salvation’s story
Then thou wilt tell;
Triumphs of glory,
Thy voice shall swell.
Rest thou, oh, friend so dear,
Thy precious Savior near,
Where God shall wipe each tear,
Loved one, farewell!

Safe from thee turning,
Grief’s tones will knell;
Hard, hard the learning,
God doeth well!
Till, be it soon or late,
Up, at the pearly gate,
We meet, oh watch and wait,
Loved one, farewell!