I’ve laid the earth above the child
Whose life was but a summer’s day;
I knew that God, in mercy mild,
Had called his happy soul away.
Then therefore weep
O’er those who sleep?
Their precious dust the Lord will keep,
Till He appear
In glory here,
I’ve laid the earth above the child
Whose life was but a summer’s day;
I knew that God, in mercy mild,
Had called his happy soul away.
Then therefore weep
O’er those who sleep?
Their precious dust the Lord will keep,
Till He appear
In glory here,