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Go to thy rest, fair child!
Go to thy dreamless bed,
Gentle, and meek and mild,
With blessings on thy head:
Fresh roses in thy hand,
Buds on thy pillow laid,
Haste from this blighting land,
Where flowers so quickly fade.
Before thy heart could learn
In waywardness to stray;
Before thy feet could turn
The dark and downward way;
Ere sin could wound thy breast,
Or sorrow wake the tear;
Rise to thy home of rest,
In yon celestial sphere!
Because thy smile was fair,
Thy lip and eye so bright,
Because thy cradle-care
Was such a fond delight;
Shall love, with weak embrace,
Thy heavenward flight detain?
No, angel! seek thy place
Amid yon cherub train.
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6 6 6 6 D
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 2005 | # 370 | | 1899 | # 607 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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JEWETT (ST. JUDE)
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6 6 6 6 D
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1821
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 251 | Eb | | # 509 | Eb | | # 530 | Eb | | # 607 | Eb |
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