That little form before us
In death's embrace,
Sweet angel face,
Has left a vacant place.
In death's embrace,
Sweet angel face,
Has left a vacant place.
Let the little one sleep,
Let the little one sleep,
It is free from this world of care;
The Master has come,
And called it home,
It is resting over there.
Let the little one sleep,
It is free from this world of care;
The Master has come,
And called it home,
It is resting over there.
Our darling child is sleeping,
It's left this shore,
Forevermore,
Its suff'ring days are o'er.
It's left this shore,
Forevermore,
Its suff'ring days are o'er.
Our little one is living
Among the blest
In sweeter rest;
Our Father knoweth best.
Among the blest
In sweeter rest;
Our Father knoweth best.
Our child has gone to glory;
Let us prepare
To meet it there,
Eternal bliss to share.
Let us prepare
To meet it there,
Eternal bliss to share.
That little form before us
In death's embrace,
Sweet angel face,
Has left a vacant place.
In death's embrace,
Sweet angel face,
Has left a vacant place.
Let the little one sleep,
Let the little one sleep,
It is free from this world of care;
The Master has come,
And called it home,
It is resting over there.
Let the little one sleep,
It is free from this world of care;
The Master has come,
And called it home,
It is resting over there.
Our darling child is sleeping,
It's left this shore,
Forevermore,
Its suff'ring days are o'er.
It's left this shore,
Forevermore,
Its suff'ring days are o'er.
Our little one is living
Among the blest
In sweeter rest;
Our Father knoweth best.
Among the blest
In sweeter rest;
Our Father knoweth best.
Our child has gone to glory;
Let us prepare
To meet it there,
Eternal bliss to share.
Let us prepare
To meet it there,
Eternal bliss to share.
