"I know that Thou the well of grace
And everlasting art;
Thou, Lord, to whom we all can trace
The pure and true of heart.
"Why then unhappy should we live
And sorrow day and night?
Oh, let us take our cares and give
To Him who has the might.
"He never will refuse His aid
If you a prayer will send;
Whatever in His care is laid
Shall have a happy end.
"Then let the blessing onward go,
And cause it not to stay,
That you may rest in peace below
And happy be alway."
"There, that was a real benediction," said the grandmother. "You may go to rest in peace, children."
"And I believe I like the violin just as well as Rico does," said Stineli. "Aren't you glad he can play so well? And it's so nice here, wouldn't you like to have him play some more?"
"I am very glad, dear," said the grandmother, "but we will not play or sing any more to-night. We'll let Rico go now, and let us all keep in our hearts the thought of the last song. Remember the Father will care for his own. Good night."