For a Sick Child.
1 Send down thy wingéd angel; God!
Amidst this night so wild,
And bid him come where now we watch,
And breathe upon our child!
2 It lies upon its pillow, pale,
And moans within its sleep,
Or wakeneth with a patient smile,
And striveth not to weep!
3 How gentle and how good a child
It is, we know too well;
And dearer to its parents' hearts
Than our weak words can tell.
4 We love,--we watch throughout the night,
To aid, where need may be;
We hope,--and have despaired at times;
But now we turn to thee!
5 Send down thy sweet-souled angel, God!
Amidst the darkness wild,
And bid him soothe our souls to-night,
And heal our gentle child!