God saw you getting tired

And a cure was not to be

So he put his arm around you

And whispered “Come to me”

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With tearful eyes we watched you

And saw you pass away

And although we loved you dearly

We could not make you stay

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A golden heart stopped beating

And now at peace you rest

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best

Fold him O Jesus in Thine arms

and let him henceforth be a

messenger of love between our

human hearts and Thee