Marty, may you be

With God to find hopefulness

In the land beyond all stress,

In the place of gentleness,

Where He will your soul caress,

Where there is new liveliness,

Where the Father you will bless.

May the hills be gentle,

May the valleys be bright,

May the sun shine upon you,

May the moon in the night,

Until your pilgriming soul

Comes to its eternal goal.