Only a little baby boy,
A tiny little flower;
Just come to fill our hearts with joy,
Then fade within an hour.
Thou couldst not stay with us, my child,
This earth’s too cold for thee;
Thou couldst not bear the chilling winds
Of life’s adversity.
And so our Father called thee home,
To dwell with Him on high;
And there thou wilt forever bloom,
There thou canst never die.
But ah! sweet babe, thy mother’s heart
Still sighs for thee below,
And oft when thoughts of thee arise
The silent tears do flow.
We laid thee in thy narrow bed,
And left thee to repose,
They turned away, with feelings such
A mother only knows.
But shall we doubt our Father’s love?
His wisdom, who can tell?
We feel the smart, while yet we own
“He doeth all things well.”
And we rejoice, because we know
That thou art safe and blest;
Enfolded in those loving arms
That laid thee to thy rest.
And thou dear child, didst fall asleep—
On the resurrection morn,
Thy short life ended here below,
Anew with Christ to dawn.
No earthly care can reach thee now,
No tear shall dim thine eye;
Thou art our “favor’d” little one
In yon bright home on high.
And now the Father’s eye cloth watch
Over thy tiny dust;
To wait for Him, for whom we sigh,
And in whose name we trust.
Soon will He come in glory bright;
Thou shalt His glory share;
We’ll meet thee there, with saints in light,
And all His loved ones near.
No sorrow then, no parting tear,
All these shall pass away;
We’ll join to sing His praises there
Till everlasting day.
(But for the loved ones here would say,
Lord Jesus quickly come;
Teach them to know Thy love, we pray,
Then call Thy children home.)
ML 11/05/1916