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Mother, I Am tired, Let Me Slumber

Author: H. C. Andersen Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #392 (1927) Meter: 10.9.10.9 Lyrics: 1 Mother, I am tired, let me slumber, Lay my aching head upon your breast; You are weeping, and you look so somber, Mother, do not weep, I love you best. 2 Here it's cold, without the wind is blowing, But in sleep I dream the sweetest things; Heaven opens and I see them flowing, Angels soaring on their snowy wings. 3 Mother, look! An angel here is standing; Listen, hear the music! Oh, how sweet! See the flowers He to you is handing, See them falling all around your feet! 4 Lo, how snowy white his wings are shining, Even brighter than the sun-lit sky, Gold and pearls I see His garment lining; Shall I have my wings before I die? 5 Mother dear, your eyes from me are turning! Lay your cheek on mine, O mother, do! It is wet and, like a fire, it's burning, Mother, I will always be with you. 6 But, O mother, do not look so somber, And your tears it hurts me so to see; I am tired, and I wish to slumber, Oh, the angel now is kissing me! Topics: Sunday School Hymns Prayer Languages: English Tune Title: [Mother, I am tired, let me slumber]
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Mother, I Am tired, Let Me Slumber

Author: H. C. Andersen Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #392 (1928) Meter: 10.9.10.9 Lyrics: 1 Mother, I am tired, let me slumber, Lay my aching head upon your breast; You are weeping, and you look so somber, Mother, do not weep, I love you best. 2 Here it's cold, without the wind is blowing, But in sleep I dream the sweetest things; Heaven opens and I see them flowing, Angels soaring on their snowy wings. 3 Mother, look! An angel here is standing; Listen, hear the music! Oh, how sweet! See the flowers he to you is handing, See them falling all around your feet! 4 Lo, how snowy-white his wings are shining, Even brighter than the sun-lit sky, Gold and pearls I see his garment lining; Shall I have my wings before I die? 5 Mother dear, your eyes from me are turning! Lay your cheek on mine, O mother, do, It is wet and, like a fire, it's burning, Mother, I will always be with you. 6 But, O mother, do not look so somber, And your tears it hurts me so to see; I am tired, and I wish to slumber, Oh, the angel now is kissing me! Topics: Sunday School Hymns Prayer Languages: English Tune Title: [Mother, I am tired, let me slumber]

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