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6s & 4s, peculiar.
The garment of praise, etc.
Isaiah 61:3.
Child of sin and sorrow, filled with dismay,
Wait not for to-morrow, yield thee to-day;
Heaven bids thee come
While yet there’s room:
Child of sin and sorrow,
Hear and obey.
2 Child of sin and sorrow, why wilt thou die?
Come, while thou canst borrow help from on high:
Grieve not that love,
Which from above—
Child of sin and sorrow—
Would bring thee nigh.
3 Child of sin and sorrow, where wilt thou flee?
Through that long to-morrow, eternity!
Exiled from home,
Darkly to roam—
Child of sin and sorrow,
Where wilt thou flee?
4 Child of sin and sorrow, lift up thine eye!
Heirship thou canst borrow in worlds on high!
In that high home,
Graven thy name;
Child of sin and sorrow,
Swift homeward fly!
T. Hastings.