The hearse was driven to our door,
It brought a coffin, white as snow;
Such coffins we had seen before,
But never one, concerned us so.
They took the cover from the casque,
And placed a snow white form inside;
We looked once more�it was the last�
On him who once had been our pride.

Our precious child! O is it true
That we shall see his face no more?
His life was like the morning dew�
�Tis gone; our hearts are bleeding sore!
A voice then whispered from above;
�I gave, I also took away.�
It was our Father�s voice of love!
Our consolation, hope and stay.

Our babe has only �gone before,�
He�s safe at home on Jesus� breast,
Released from sorrow evermore,
And soon with him we�ll sweetly rest;
We by the empty cradle knelt,
Poured out our chastened souls in prayer.
A stronger tie to Heav�n we felt,
Because we knew our babe was there.