Father, Mother, are you weeping,
Are you grieving day by day
For your tender little loved one,
Whom the Shepherd bore away ?
Ah ! you would not mourn one moment,
Could you see me as I am,
Pure and bright and singing praises,
As I stand before the Lamb.
"He gathereth the Lambs in His arms."
In love He withdrew our treasure,
We know not the reason why;
Perchance He may tell us softly,
When none but Himself is nigh.
" Until the day break and the shadows flee away,"