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group of the child and angel.
Child. When some sorrow did befall me,
Or I felt some strange alarms,
Then my mother's voice would call me
To the shelter of her arms.
Or I felt some strange alarms,
Then my mother's voice would call me
To the shelter of her arms.
Now what bids my heart rejoice?
Clasped in arms I cannot see:
Hark! I hear a gentle voice
Softly whisper, "Come to me!"
Clasped in arms I cannot see:
Hark! I hear a gentle voice
Softly whisper, "Come to me!"
Angel. "Yes, it calls thee from above:
Come to God's most holy mountain!
Thou hast drank the stream of love;
I will bring thee to the fountain."
Come to God's most holy mountain!
Thou hast drank the stream of love;
I will bring thee to the fountain."
