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Oh! the loving little fingers,
Oh! the sightless little eyes!
Will they ever watch for mamma!
In that land beyond the skies.
Oh, my baby! oh, my treasure!
I can never give you up,
Take me too, my Heavely Father,
I have drained life's bitterest cup.
Oh! the sightless little eyes!
Will they ever watch for mamma!
In that land beyond the skies.
Oh, my baby! oh, my treasure!
I can never give you up,
Take me too, my Heavely Father,
I have drained life's bitterest cup.
Take me to my little idol
Let me hear his voice once more,
Let me kiss the lips so loving,
Open wide the golden door!
I must go to him, and kiss him,
He will miss me so, I know,
Hush this bleeding heart's quick beating!
Heavenly Father let me go.
Let me hear his voice once more,
Let me kiss the lips so loving,
Open wide the golden door!
I must go to him, and kiss him,
He will miss me so, I know,
Hush this bleeding heart's quick beating!
Heavenly Father let me go.
Hush a moment! mourning mother,
Let me take your gentle hand,
Let me open wide the curtain
Which obscures the Heavenly land!
See those forms of wonderous beauty,
Kneeling round a little child,
Fair and spotless—oh how perfect,
It has never been defiled.
Let me take your gentle hand,
Let me open wide the curtain
Which obscures the Heavenly land!
See those forms of wonderous beauty,
Kneeling round a little child,
Fair and spotless—oh how perfect,
It has never been defiled.
