Let sorrow do its work, Send grief and pain; Sweet are Thy messengers, Sweet their refrain...
A tribute to Mother
His precious peace sweeps over me,
Removing the weight of care....
Looking to heaven’s height
Hands lifted to the skies
Bigger Hand touches mine...
Those who mourn are blessed because they will be comforted.
Unto Thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if Thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries:
May Jesus Christ be praised!