IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE LATE MR W. M. RUSSELL, CULLYBACKEY,
WHO DEPARTED THIS LIFE DECEMBER 9TH 1913
THY WILL BE DONE

Dear Christian friends ‘tis hard to say
Our Father’s will be done,
When death from out our midst doth take
A needed, loving one;
A father good, a husband true,
But ‘twas God’s sovereign will,
To leave behind an aching void
No human form can fill.

God works in many wondrous ways,
Altho’ we cannot see;
May this short life and sudden call
To us a warning be;
Good wife and friends wish not him back,
But rather follow on,
Tho’ dark the road, ‘twill soon be light;
A grand and glorious dawn.

There is a voice, a still small voice,
That comes when troubles nigh,
And bids the weeping heart rejoice,
And points beyond the sky,
To where the great celestial throng,
Saved through a Father’s love
Then weep no more he beckons thee
To rest and peace above.

May he who calmed the troubled sea,
To friends bereaved, bring peace;
To those who trust in Jesus’ love,
Death brings a grand release;
Then meekly wait, the clouds will pass
Behold the rising sun
By trusting in a Saviour’s grace
The parted shall be one.

J. Moore, Cullybackey December 1913