A Prayer in Sickness
Send down thy winged angel, God!
Amidst this night so wild;
And bid him come where now we watch,
And breathe upon our child!
She lies upon her pillow, pale,
And moans within her sleep,
Or wakeneth with a patient smile,
And striveth not to weep!
How gentle and how good a child
She is, we know too well,
And dearer to her parents' hearts,
Than our weak words can tell.
We love — we watch throughout the night,
To aid, when need may be,
We hope — and have despaired, at times;
But now we turn to Thee!
Send down thy sweet-souled angel, God!
Amidst the darkness wild,
And bid him soothe our souls to-night,
And heal our gentle child!
Amidst this night so wild;
And bid him come where now we watch,
And breathe upon our child!
She lies upon her pillow, pale,
And moans within her sleep,
Or wakeneth with a patient smile,
And striveth not to weep!
How gentle and how good a child
She is, we know too well,
And dearer to her parents' hearts,
Than our weak words can tell.
We love — we watch throughout the night,
To aid, when need may be,
We hope — and have despaired, at times;
But now we turn to Thee!
Send down thy sweet-souled angel, God!
Amidst the darkness wild,
And bid him soothe our souls to-night,
And heal our gentle child!
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