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THE RESTORED.
Our Father, when our loved one lay
With her languid eyes half closed,
When the darkening shadow of the grave
On her sunny brow reposed,
'Mid our woe thou didst send thy spirit down
To renew her failing breath,
And 'mid our joy we bless Thee now,
O thou God of life and death!
Our Father, when our loved one lay
With her languid eyes half closed,
When the darkening shadow of the grave
On her sunny brow reposed,
'Mid our woe thou didst send thy spirit down
To renew her failing breath,
And 'mid our joy we bless Thee now,
O thou God of life and death!
Ah, when she turned from the shadowy vale,
From the night that gloomed before her,
A new life burst, like a tropical day,
In surpassing glory, o'er her!
The stars pour down a purer light,
The sunbeams richer fall,
And sweeter far through the arch of heaven
Sounds the wild-bird's early call.
From the night that gloomed before her,
A new life burst, like a tropical day,
In surpassing glory, o'er her!
The stars pour down a purer light,
The sunbeams richer fall,
And sweeter far through the arch of heaven
Sounds the wild-bird's early call.
