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Wherefore should I make my moan,
Now the darling child is dead?
He to early rest is gone,
He to paradise is fled:
I shall go to him, but he
Never shall return to me.
God forbids his longer stay,
God recalls the precious loan,
God hath taken him away,
From my bosom to his own:
Surely what he wills is best!
Happy in his will, I rest.
Faith cries out, it is the Lord!
Let him do as seems him good:.
Be thy holy name adored,
Take the gift awhile bestowed;
Take the child no longer mine,
Thine he is, forever thine.
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ESHTEMOA
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7 7 7 7
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1836
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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