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Two little hands are sweetly folded
Upon a silent breast:
The little heart within has numbered
Its throbs and gone to rest.
Resting, resting,
Oh, how sweet!
Resting, resting,
Sweetly resting.
Two little eyes are closed forever
To earth’s unholy sight,
Two little cherub wings now hover
In heaven’s golden light.
Resting, resting,
Oh, how sweet!
Resting, resting,
Sweetly resting.
Two little feet have ceased to travel
Upon the shores of time;
A little gem released from trouble
Has gone above to shine.
Resting, resting,
Oh, how sweet!
Resting, resting,
Sweetly resting.
Oh, what a comfort, dear Redeemer,
Thy grace and love hath giv’n,
That when life’s winter day is ended,
We’ll meet our child in heav’n.
Resting, resting,
Oh, how sweet!
Resting, resting,
Sweetly resting.
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9 6 9 6 and refrain
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