Gone to Bloom Above

Verse 1

A gentle hand unseen by us Has plucked our tender bud; By this alone our grief is blest— It was the hand of God.

Chorus

O gentle one, we miss thee here, Sweet form we love so well; But in our Father’s better care, We know the child is well.

Verse 2

In all our hearts He planted deep This precious little one; As forth He takes His own, we weep, But say, “Thy will be done.”

Verse 3

No care was lavished here in vain Upon this plant of love; Though soon removed, ’twill bloom again In sweeter form above.

Verse 4

Would not our grief forever flow Upon thy silent tomb, Did not our hearts this comfort know— We soon to thee shall come.

Verse 5

Dear Jesus, Thou hast died for us, And for our darling, too; We trust Thee in each providence, Thy love is ever true.