The White Coffin

The hearse was driv­en to our door

It brought a cof­fin

white as snow;

Such cof­fins we had seen be­fore

But nev­er one

con­cerned us so.

They took the cov­er from the casque

And placed a snow white form in­side;

We looked once more—it was the last—

On him who once had been our pride.

Our pre­cious child! O is it true

That we shall see his face no more?

His life was like the morn­ing dew—

’Tis gone; our hearts are bleed­ing sore!

A voice then whis­pered from ab­ove;

I gave

I al­so took away.

It was our Fa­ther’s voice of love!

Our con­so­la­tion

hope and stay.

Our babe has on­ly gone be­fore

He’s safe at home on Je­sus’ breast

Released from sor­row ev­er­more

And soon with him we’ll sweet­ly rest;

We by the emp­ty cra­dle knelt

Poured out our chast­ened souls in pray­er.

A strong­er tie to Heav’n we felt

Because we knew our babe was there.