Death of a Child

Verse 1

Wherefore should I make my moan, Now the darling child is dead? He to early rest is gone, He to paradise is fled: I shall go to him, but he Never shall return to me.

Verse 2

God forbids his longer stay; God recalls the precious loan; God hath taken him away From my bosom to His own: Surely what He wills is best: Happy in His will I rest.

Verse 3

Faith cries out, It is the Lord, Let Him do as seems Him good! Be Thy holy Name adored; Take the gift awhile bestowed; Take the child no longer mine; Thine he is, for ever Thine.