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iii.

It seemed so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed sun,

And now it seems as hard to stay, and yet His will be done!
But still I think it can't be long before I find release;
And that good man, the clergyman, has told me words of peace.

iv.

O blessings on his kindly voice and on his silver hair!

And blessings on his whole life long, until he meet me there!
O blessings on his kindly heart and on his silver head!
A thousand times I blest him, as he knelt beside my bed.

v.

He show'd me all the mercy, for he taught me all the sin.

Now, though my lamp was lighted late, there's One will let me in:
Nor would I now be well, mother, again, if that could he,
For my desire is but to pass to Him that died for me.