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A. B.
[A little child lies sleeping here]
A little child lies sleeping here,
A creature made divinely wise;
Her heart was ever in the skies;
Approach, and bless her—with a tear.
A creature made divinely wise;
Her heart was ever in the skies;
Approach, and bless her—with a tear.
Who said?—“I cannot find relief;—
My soul is a forgotten thing;
Where can I, where, my comfort bring?”—
Oh! words of sorrow! words of grief!
My soul is a forgotten thing;
Where can I, where, my comfort bring?”—
Oh! words of sorrow! words of grief!
Oh! voice of sadness to the ear!
Oh! language of despair profound!
Forget, forgive the fatal sound;
And kneel for hopes of mercy here.
Oh! language of despair profound!
Forget, forgive the fatal sound;
And kneel for hopes of mercy here.
Kneel here, and let this humble grave,
A sacred Temple prove to thee,
Poor broken heart! oh! haste and flee,
Where lives the Pow'r—the will to save.
A sacred Temple prove to thee,
Poor broken heart! oh! haste and flee,
Where lives the Pow'r—the will to save.
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Thy wants—thy weakness best He knows,
Thy vain desires—thy fancies wild;
Be pure and faithful as a child,
And thou shalt find a child's repose.
Thy vain desires—thy fancies wild;
Be pure and faithful as a child,
And thou shalt find a child's repose.
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