The Dying Mother + 

Come nearer to me, husband, + 

Now the aching leaves my breast, + 

But my eyes are dim and weary, + 

And to-night I fain would rest. + 

Clasp me closer to your bosom + 

Ere I calmly sleep in death; + 

With your arms enfolded round me + 

I would yield my parting breath. + 

Bring me now my darling baby, + 

God’s own precious gift of love, + 

Tell her she must meet her mother + 

In the brighter world above. + 

When her little feet grow stronger + 

To walk life’s paths untrod, + 

That earnest, true and hopeful, + 

She must lay her hands on God. + 

Tell my other little children + 

They must early seek His face; + 

That His love is a strong tower, + 

And His arms a hiding place. + 

Tell them⁠—but my voice grows fainter⁠— + 

Surely, husband, this is death⁠— + 

Tell them that their dying mother + 

Bless’d them with her latest breath. + 