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Though heaven has gained one angel more, My heart, dear God, is wondrous sore; For that bright angel Thou hast won Was my sweet lamb, my only son.

How shall an earthly mother bear Such awful anguish and despair? How shall she live, and living, know Such depths of overwhelming woe?

Without Thy aid, dear God, my soul Is shipwrecked in a sea of dole. Without Thy rescuing hand, I sink Beyond the world’s absymal brink.

He was my pride, my hope, my joy— Ah, bitterest thought, my only boy! And now, while night-winds madly rave My heart is buried in his grave.