Our father has gone to a mansion of rest
From a region of sorrow and pain
To the glorious land of the blest
Where he never will suffer again.
Whilst in this tomb our father lies,
His spirit rests above,
In realms of bliss it never dies
But knows a Savior's love.
Sleep on, father. the work is done,
The mortal pang is past,
Jesus has come and borne thee home,
Beyond the stormy blast.
Owen Stanley was his name,
England was his nation.
Any wood was his dwelling place
And Christ his salvation.
- Maintained by: Find A Grave
- Added: 28 Dec 1998
- Find A Grave Memorial 4217