" Go Bring Me, " Said the Dying Fair
1. " Go, bring me, " said the dying fair, With anguish in her tone,
" My costly robes and jewels here, Go, bring them every one. "
2. " With glorious hopes I once was blest, Nor feared the gaping tomb;
With heaven already in my breast, I looked for heaven to come.
They strewed them on her dying bed, Those robes of princely cost; " Fa-
I heard a Saviour's par-doning voice, My soul was filled with peace; Fa-
ther, " with bitterness she said, " For these my soul was lost. "
ther, you bought me with these toys, I bartered heaven for these. "
" My costly robes and jewels here, Go, bring them every one. "
2. " With glorious hopes I once was blest, Nor feared the gaping tomb;
With heaven already in my breast, I looked for heaven to come.
They strewed them on her dying bed, Those robes of princely cost; " Fa-
I heard a Saviour's par-doning voice, My soul was filled with peace; Fa-
ther, " with bitterness she said, " For these my soul was lost. "
ther, you bought me with these toys, I bartered heaven for these. "
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