Lord, rest the child, cut off at morning hour;
Crushed as a bud before it came to flower;
Gone as a star that lent its feeble ray,
Ere yet the morn had brightened into day.
Lord, rest the child. No bliss on earth was thine;
Drink now the pleasures of the life divine;
Here streams that gladden, when the sun is high,
Shrink in their channels 'neath a burning sky.
Lord, rest the child. Within the heavenly place,
Thine angel ever sees the Father's face;
Thine is the kingdom, and to claim His own,
Christ left the glory of a kingly throne.
Lord, rest the child. We will not weep for thee,
Death is not death to those with Christ that be;
Mourn we with weeping, that the sin is ours,
To blight the beauty of earth's fairest flowers.
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|Hymns of the Russian Church: being translations, centos, and suggestions from the Greek office books with an introduction #99||Lord, rest the child, cut off at morning hour||Lord, rest the child, cut off at morning hour||John Brownlie||10,10,10,10||1920||<i>From the Office of the Burial of a Child</i>|