I take these little lambs, said He,
And fold them in My breast;
Protection they shall find in life,
In Me be ever blest.

Joseph P. Hagerty, Exalted Ruler

Our precious little boy has gone
A darling voice is stilled
There's an empty place in our heart and home
That never can be filled.

Little Edwin was our darling
Pride of all our hearts at home
But the angels came and whisphered
Little Edwin do come home.

Earnest, thou art gone.
Farewell, my son, till we meet
In that happy land
Where Christ, our blessed Savior,
Hast prepared a home for us.
We will meet you there.

This lovely bud, so young, so fair,
Called hence by early doom,
Just came to show how sweet a flower
In Paradise would bloom.

Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep.

Weep not for me, dear mother,
It will not ease your pain;
But look to him who gave and took
Your son with him to reign.

Weep not for me, dear father,
Your sorrow soothe with prayer
To God above, who surely will
Answer, and soothe your care.

And you, my dear brothers,
Who feel the parting pain,
For loss of him, your brother,
Who has gone with Christ to reign.

Come, then, my dearest parents,
When your pilgrimage shall end,
You'll claim a place with God and us,
Eternity to spend.

A Friend.

Frank Hursh, Master

Past her suffering, past her pain,
Cease to weep, for tears are vain;
Calm the tumult of your breast
For Julia suffered now she is at rest.

The golden gates were opened.
A gentle voice said "Come!"
And with farewell unspoken
He calmly entered Home.

Our child has from us fled
And gone beyond our sight,
And yet we know he is not dead,
But dwells in glorious light.

We shall not for him weep,
But sooner kiss the rod
That thus has put our child to sleep.

Affliction and sickness she bore
Physicians were in vain
Christ, he came to her relief
And relived her of her pain.

She suffered hours, yes, hours of pain,
To wait for cure, but all in vain.
So God alone knew what was best,
He called her home to give her rest.

Do we mourn when another star
Shines out in the glittering sky?
Do we weep when the noise of war
And the rage of conflict die?
Then why should our tears roll down,
And our hearts with grief be riven
For another gem in the Savior's crown,
And another soul in heaven?

Alas! how changed that blooming flower,
Which bloomed and cheered my heart;
Fair fleeting comfort of an hour,
How soon we are called to part!
A flower that I once sat by,
And loved to see her smile,
But whilst I gazed upon her charms
It faded by my side.
But, oh! the hopes that withered there,
Upon that dying bed.
When that bright eye in death was dim,
That soul from earth had fled!
My sissy, oh, my sweetest dear,
Though forced with thee to part,
Thou never wilt feel or know
The grief that wrung my heart.
Farewell, dear mother, and father, dear!
To rest in Christ is now my gain;
Dry up your tears and weep no more,
I am not lost, but gone before.

Rest, mother, rest; your care and toils are ended,
Your trials o'er and your work well done.
At heaven's gate, by angel guards attended,
Your crown was given you for the victory won.

Rest, mother, rest, and peaceful by thy slumber;
Your dear hands folded o'er your gentle breast.
Ever o'er your grave shall blessings without number
Fall from the lips of those your deeds have blest.

There is one thing that wounds my heart
And grieves my soul full sore,
To think we have in body parted,
To meet on earth no more.

We need not wait but few more days,
Then He will call us home,
Where ferar of parting never will come
In that bright world above.

Dearest loved one thou hast left us
We thy loss most deeply feel
But 'tis God that hath bereft us
He can all our sorrows heal.