The Eye that saw and pitied her
Looks in compassion down on you;
Although no miracle at once
Your loved one to your arms restore,
That voice which waked the widow’s son
Shall bid him live, to die no more.
The Eye that saw and pitied her
Looks in compassion down on you;
Although no miracle at once
Your loved one to your arms restore,
That voice which waked the widow’s son
Shall bid him live, to die no more.