I. That what God doth is best:But 'tis only a month to-morrow, I buried it from my breast.
II. Your child to God to send: --But mine was a precious treasure To me and to my poor friend.
III. The very first words it said;O! I never can love another, Like the blessèd babe that's dead.
IV. It was carried to church and blessed:And our Saviour's arms will gather Such children to their rest.
V. That my sins may be forgiven:I will serve God more than ever, To meet my child in heaven.
VI. For what God doth is best: --But O! 'tis a month to-morrow, I buried it from my breast.
