From dreaming and patiently comfort it then.
How wilt thou reward her, O sweet little babe?
How give back the years of her labor and care?
How pay for the tears of sweet sympathy shed;
The heart’s deepest yearning; the river of prayer?
O sweet little babe, learn of Jesus to love;
Sing Zion’s sweet songs with thy silvery voice;
O then shall the heart of thy mother be glad,
And o’er thy existence forever rejoice.
