Poems (Taggart)/An Epitaph on a Mother and her Son
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AN EPITAPHON A MOTHER AND HER SON.
Mother and Son in darkness sleep;
In death's cold damp they lie;
But both shall wake, when Christ's command
Shall summon all who die.
In death's cold damp they lie;
But both shall wake, when Christ's command
Shall summon all who die.
Then, as the blessed Saviour smiles,
And calls them to the skies,
What beauteous forms, divinely bright,
From these cold graves shall rise!
And calls them to the skies,
What beauteous forms, divinely bright,
From these cold graves shall rise!
With rapturous joy and bliss divine,
Celestial songs they 'll sing;
And with adoring transport join
The praises of their King;
Celestial songs they 'll sing;
And with adoring transport join
The praises of their King;
Through endless days, in holy light,
His sovereign love adore:
God and his Son shall bless their sight,
And sin be known no more.
His sovereign love adore:
God and his Son shall bless their sight,
And sin be known no more.