John Brownlie (trans.) · 83 of 89
Lord, rest the child; cut off at morning hour
κύριε, ἀνάπαυσον τὸ νήπιον.
I Lord, rest the child; cut off at morning hour, Crushed as a bud before it came to flower; Gone as the star that lent its feeble ray, yet the morn had brightened into day.
II Lord, rest the child; no bliss on earth was thine, Drink now the pleasures of the life divine; Here streams that gladden, when the sun is high, Shrink in their channels, 'neath a burning sky.
III Lord, rest the child; within the heavenly place, Thine angel ever views the Father's face; Thine is the kingdom, and to claim His own, Christ left the glory of a kingly throne.
IV Lord, rest the child; we will not weep for thee— Death is not death to those with Christ that be; Mourn we with weeping, that the sin is ours, To blight the beauty of earth's fairest flowers.
