THE DYING CHILD.

Why do you weep?

I am falling asleep,

And Jesus my Shepherd,

Is watching his sheep;

His arm is beneath me,

His eye is above;

His Spirit within me

Says, “Rest in my love:

With blood I have bought thee,

And wash'd thee from sin;

With care I have brought thee

My fold to be in;

Refresh'd by still waters,

In green pastures fed,

Thy day has gone by —

I am making thy bed.”