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Is it well with the Child?
Now closer clasp my hand in thine,
And press thy lips upon my brow,
One fond, one thrilling kiss is mine—
Oh, would that I could see thee now!
Who grasps my heart? 'tis death—'tis death,
His icy hands my brain oppress,
Receive my struggling, latest breath,
Be faithful to the motherless.
And press thy lips upon my brow,
One fond, one thrilling kiss is mine—
Oh, would that I could see thee now!
Who grasps my heart? 'tis death—'tis death,
His icy hands my brain oppress,
Receive my struggling, latest breath,
Be faithful to the motherless.
IS IT WELL WITH THE CHILD?
"Is it well with the child? And she answered, It is well."
II Kings iv, 26.
II Kings iv, 26.
IS it well with the child, when in life's early morn,
His glad, innocent smiles have thrown o'er him a spell,
So pure and so holy, that guilt's cringing form
Shrinks abashed from his presence? 'Tis well—it is well.
His glad, innocent smiles have thrown o'er him a spell,
So pure and so holy, that guilt's cringing form
Shrinks abashed from his presence? 'Tis well—it is well.
Is it well with the child, when blest from above
With parents to guard, in whose heart he doth dwell?
When with kisses and soft murmured whispers of love,
He glides into slumber? 'Tis well—it is well.
With parents to guard, in whose heart he doth dwell?
When with kisses and soft murmured whispers of love,
He glides into slumber? 'Tis well—it is well.
