Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By III. On the Death of a Little ChildCatherine Winkworth (18291878)
(W. Meinhold)
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Now Thy little lamb’s long weeping;
Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild,
In its narrow bed ’tis sleeping,
And no sigh of anguish sore
Heaves that little bosom more.
Lord, Thou would’st no longer leave it;
To the sunny heavenly plain
Dost Thou now with joy receive it;
Clothed in robes of spotless white
Now it dwells with Thee in light.
Where it lives may soon be living,
And the lovely pastures see
That its heavenly food are giving;
Then the gain of death we prove,
Though Thou take what most we love.