Would roses weep the sweet perfume concocting the nectar of dew;

poor balm for hearts that ache, the tears blur moon’s clear crown of blue.

Now hush your tears, little child;  reach for heaven with humble cry.

You know your Father listens in that starry sky.

He loves you, never leaves you, gave His only Son,

who over death has victory, and over sin He won.

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