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Rh O heartstricken, sorrowing mother!
 * No words ever written or said

Can lessen the weight of your sorrow
 * Since the baby you love is dead.

But remember, O sorrowful mother
 * Thy heart should rejoice, not repine,

Since of all earth’s beautiful treasures
 * The Master has chosen thine.

The fairest, the brightest, the purest,
 * Find grace in His loving eyes

And the Lord hath chosen thy treasure
 * To beautify Paradise.

Dear baby hands that will never
 * Grow weary with earthly strife,

Sweet baby eyes that will never
 * Grow dim with the cares of life.

Wee feet that will never stumble
 * Over Life’s rugged way,

For the hands of angels now guide them
 * And they cannot go astray.

But a mother’s love is boundless
 * As the seas or the skies above,

And a mother’s heart grows jealous
 * E’en of the angels love.