LITTLE MINNIE.

If earth's weariness for rest is changed,

Rest on the far off shore,

If earth's sighing's changed for singing

Psalms of praise for evermore.

And the bed of pain for roaming free,

Beneath the living trees,

Whose leaves of healing wither not

In any earthly breeze.

And to mix with those who, robed and crowned,

Walk by the crystal sea;

To gather with the other lambs

Beside the Saviour's knee.

We will keenly miss our absent child;

Lonely tears our loss will tell,

But His voice says, “It is well with her,

We answer, “It is well.”

It is well to know that safely home

Is this our dearest one;

To know she's with the children fair

Gathered around the throne,

‘ Tis no light thing that God has stooped

Our dear one home to bring,

From weariness and painfulness

To the presence of the King.

Let weeping and rejoicing,

Mingled, our sorrow tell;

We are lonely, oh our Father

But Thou knowest it is well.