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Go to thy rest, my child

Go to thy rest, my child

Published in 3 hymnals

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1 Go to thy rest, my child,
Go to thy dreamless bed,
Gentle and undefiled,
With blessings on thy head.

2 Fresh roses in thy hand,
Buds on thy pillow laid;
Haste from this fearful land,
Where flowers so quickly fade.

3 Before thy heart had learned
In waywardness to stray;
Before thy feet had turned
The dark and downward way;

4 Ere sin had seared the breast,
Or sorrow woke the tear;
Rise to thy home of rest,
In yon celestial sphere.

5 Because thy smile was fair,
Thy lip and eye so bright,
Because thy cradle-care
Was such a fond delight,--

6 Shall love, with weak embrace,
Thy heavenward wing detain?
No!--angel, seek thy place
Amid heaven's cherub train.

Source: The Book of Worship #438

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