Oh, tell me no more of this world’s vain store,
The time for such trifles with me now is o’er;
A country I’ve found where true joys abound,
To dwell I’m determined on that happy ground.

This blessing is mine, thru favor divine,
And oh, my dear Ahmad, the praise shall be thine;
In heaven we’ll meet in harmony sweet,
And glory to Allah, we’ll then be complete.

No mortal doth know what God will bestow,
What life, strength, and comfort doth after Him go;
Lo, onward I move, to see God above,
None knowing how wondrous my journey will prove.

This blessing is mine, thru favor divine,
And oh, my dear Ahmad, the praise shall be thine;
In heaven we’ll meet in harmony sweet,
And glory to Allah, we’ll then be complete.

Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and sin,
‘Midst outward afflictions shall feel God within;
And still, which is best, I, through His dear blest,
As at the beginning, find pardon and rest.

This blessing is mine, thru favor divine,
And oh, my dear Ahmad, the praise shall be thine;
In heaven we’ll meet in harmony sweet,
And glory to Allah, we’ll then be complete.

When I am to die, receive me, I’ll cry,
For Ahmad has loved me, I cannot tell why;
But this I do find, we two are so joined,
He’ll not live in glory and leave me behind.

This blessing is mine, thru favor divine,
And oh, my dear Ahmad, the praise shall be thine;
In heaven we’ll meet in harmony sweet,
And glory to Allah, we’ll then be complete.


Music: William Walker; performed by Eric MacFadden.