Oh how, precious in the Lord’s sight
Is the death of His cherished Saints

We believed in Your healing
Yet you took our Nicola
Hearts are aching with pain
Incomprehensible pain that You understand

You are most sovereign, dear Lord Jesus
Everlasting God, priceless friend and wonderful counsellor

Death, where is your sting?
Swallowed up in resurrection victory
Comfort our souls, dear Lord
Until we meet in glory