While toilsome years are given;
Then let me, gracious Lord, ascend
To sweet repose in heaven!
Palmer.
1134
S. M.
I love to think of heaven.
I love to think of heaven,
Where white-robed angels are,
Where many a friend is gathered safe,
While toilsome years are given;
Then let me, gracious Lord, ascend
To sweet repose in heaven!
Palmer.
S. M.
I love to think of heaven.
I love to think of heaven,
Where white-robed angels are,
Where many a friend is gathered safe,