Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians ‎#113

113. Lamenting the Loss of a Child

1 Wake up my muse, condole the lost
Of those that mourn this day;
Let tears distil on every face,
And every mourner pray.

2 The tyrant, Death came rushing in,
Last night his power did shew;
Out of this world this child did take,
Death laid its visage low.

3 No more the pleasant child is seen
To please its parent's eye;
The tender plant, so fresh and green,
Is in eternity.

4 The golden bowl by death is broke,
The pitcher burst in twain,
The cistern-wheel has felt the stroke,
The pleasant child is slain.

5 The winding-sheet doth bind its limbs,
The coffin holds it fast,
To-day it's seen by all its friends,
But this must be the last.

6 Until the Lord doth come to judge
The nations great and small,
And you and I before him stand,
And at his presence fall.

Text Information

• First Line: Wake up my muse, condole the loss
• Title: Lamenting the Loss of a Child
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1803

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