The angel of mercy, the child of love, together had flown to the realms above.

Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

Oh, what a happy child I am, although I cannot see! I am resolved that in this world, contented I will be!

When I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior.

This is my story, this is my Song,/ Praising my Savior, all the day long.