On the death of a husband.

MY head and stay is called away, And I am left alone; My husband dear, who was so near, Is fled away and gone.

It breaks my heart, 'tis hard to part, With one that was so kind; Where shall I go to rest my smart, Or ease my troubled mind?

Naught can I find to ease my mind, In things which are below; For earthly toys but vex my joys, And aggravate my woe. But I'll repair to Jesus, where I'll ease my troubled breast; To Christ above who is my love, And my eternal rest.

And oh, that he would send for me, And call my spirit home; To world's of rest among the blest, Where troubles never come.