LOST AND SAVED
Dear robin, with the tender heart,
I know how it is said
Your snowy bosom once became
A holy tint of red.
’Twas on the Saviour’s thorny crown
You bruised your dainty breast,
And unto you and Him I come
For comfort and for rest.
Lord! thou hast given me a child
And taken her away!
Behold me prostrate in the dust,
A mourner night and day.
My heart is empty and my soul
Rebellious in Thy sight—
Grant me the boon of perfect trust,
And lead me to the light.
Teach me that it was surely best
My one ewe lamb should go
Beyond the starry gems of night
And wilderness of woe.
Teach me that on some radiant shore,
Beyond th’ eternal main,
I shall behold her glorious eyes,
And clasp her form again!
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