The following poem was written by Grandpa Canner after his wife’s death.

We thank Thee, O Lord, Thou hast taken our mother
Safe through the wilderness, home into rest;
She was Thine own and we know that no other
Loved her so well; or knew what was best.

We thank Thee, O Lord, that her conflicts are ended,
And Thy bosom, Lord Jesus, her spirit receives;
Not in vain on Thy promise of help, she depended;
On that blood her soul rested, which never deceives.

We thank Thee, O Lord, ours is not hopeless sorrow,
The night of our weeping will quickly be spent;
We look for Thy joy and our own on the morrow;
Nothing short of Thy coming our souls will content.

We rejoice in the thought of that sinless perfection,
In which from the grave she will surely arise;
To share all the bliss of the first resurrection,
When Thy ransomed are gathered to meet in the skies.

We thank Thee, O Lord, Thou hast taken our mother
Safe through the wilderness, home into rest;
She was Thine own, and we know that no other
Loved her so well, even those who love best.

by Samuel Canner (1827-1907)

From Letters and Fragments July 1955 in a letter submitted by Phil Canner.