Father, Mother, are you weeping,
Are you grieving day by day -
For your tender little loved one,
Whom the Shepherd bore away?
Ah! you would not mourn one moment,
Could you see me as I am
Pure and bright and singing praises,
As I stand before the Lamb.
"He gathereth the Lambs in His arms."
In love He withdrew our treasure,
We know not the reason why;
Perchance He may tell us softly
When non but Himself is nigh.
"Until the day break and the shadows flee away."