A lovely infant sleeps in death
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A lovely infant sleeps in death;—How beautiful and fair!Yes, even now, though void of breath,God's impress still is there.
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And if thus fair and lovely here,Beneath death's icy hand,O will it not be beauteous there,'Mid the immortal band?
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When Jesus bids it rise and liveWith all the saints in light,A glorious body then he'll give,Resplendent to the sight!
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Though nature weeps when lovely tiesSo strongly bound are riven,Yet faith the Saviour's words applies,"Of such the realms of heaven!"