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ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG CHRISTIAN.
In truth he was as sweet a child,
In eye and heart and temper mild,
As ever on a mother smil'd,
Who could but weep upon him;
While yet she saw that marble cheek,
In resignation softly meek,
Till sweeter far than words could speak,
That Death's calm sleep was on him.
In eye and heart and temper mild,
As ever on a mother smil'd,
Who could but weep upon him;
While yet she saw that marble cheek,
In resignation softly meek,
Till sweeter far than words could speak,
That Death's calm sleep was on him.
Dear little soul,—thy work is done,
Thy sand is out, thy goal is won,
And thou art to thy glory gone,
To “babes in Jesus” given;
Who feel no earthborn wish to roam
A long life's journey from their home,
But sweetly pray “Thy kingdom come,”
Then soar unstain'd to heaven.
Thy sand is out, thy goal is won,
And thou art to thy glory gone,
To “babes in Jesus” given;
Who feel no earthborn wish to roam
A long life's journey from their home,
But sweetly pray “Thy kingdom come,”
Then soar unstain'd to heaven.
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Unknowing all that man was vile,
That woman could to sin beguile,
On all he lovingly would smile
With heart and eye sincerely;
While yet his little serious brow,
To those who mark'd him, seem'd to show
His heart and thoughts were not below
Too deeply fixt,—too dearly.
That woman could to sin beguile,
On all he lovingly would smile
With heart and eye sincerely;
While yet his little serious brow,
To those who mark'd him, seem'd to show
His heart and thoughts were not below
Too deeply fixt,—too dearly.
No: when God call'd him, he could say,
“My Father, take thy child away;
“Thou callest, and I would not stay,—
“Here am I, Lord, remove me!
“Early thy sun of grace has shed
“A beam of hope around my head,
“And here, upon my dying bed,
“I feel that thou dost love me!”
“My Father, take thy child away;
“Thou callest, and I would not stay,—
“Here am I, Lord, remove me!
“Early thy sun of grace has shed
“A beam of hope around my head,
“And here, upon my dying bed,
“I feel that thou dost love me!”
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