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I stood beside a death-bed scene—a mother bent and wept,
But deep within her breaking heart a deathless faith she kept;
She gazed upon her little one, so beautiful and still,
And humbly tried to yield him up unto her Maker's will;
She bent and kissed his pallid brow, she joined her hands in prayer,
And then I knew the Christian's hope had surely entered there.
But deep within her breaking heart a deathless faith she kept;
She gazed upon her little one, so beautiful and still,
And humbly tried to yield him up unto her Maker's will;
She bent and kissed his pallid brow, she joined her hands in prayer,
And then I knew the Christian's hope had surely entered there.
I stood beside a bridal band, and all was gay and bright,
In opening youth and radiant bloom, that bride was a fair sight:
She gave her hand, she gave her trust, she gave her sacred vow,
But not a change of feeling crossed the calmness of her brow:
In opening youth and radiant bloom, that bride was a fair sight:
She gave her hand, she gave her trust, she gave her sacred vow,
But not a change of feeling crossed the calmness of her brow:
