He is gone—we heard Him say,
                                        
                                        “Good that I should go away,”
                                        
                                        Gone is that dear form and face,
                                        
                                        But not gone His present grace;
                                        
                                        Though Himself no more we see,
                                        
                                        Comfortless we cannot be:
                                        
                                        No, His Spirit still is ours,
                                        
                                        Quickening, freshening all ours powers.