Charles Wesley.
1. Dead, dead the child I loved so well
Transported to the the world above
I need no more my heart concel
I never dared indulge my love
But may I not indulge my grief
And seek in tears a sad relief?
2. Mine earthly happiness is fled
His mother's joy, his father's hope
Oh had I died in Isaac's stead
He should have lived my age's prop
He should have closed his father's eyes
And followed me to paradise
3. Those waving hands no more shall move
Those laughing eyes shall smile no more
He cannot now engage our love
With sweet insinuating power
Our weakened unguarded hearts ensnare
And rival his creator there
4. From us, and we from him secure
Caught to his heavenly father's breast
He waits, till we the bliss insure
From all these stormy sorrows rest
And see him with our Angel stand
To waft, and welcome us to land
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