I saw him at the altar
Upon a morning fair
The matron and the maiden,
And paranymph were there
There were holy words, and wishes,
And smiles when tears would start
A fair bride stood beside him,
And I--I stood apart.
Then came the parting moment,
After I loved him well;
I stilled my heart's sore beating,
And so I said farewell,
And oh! may no remembrance
Cause him a moment's pain,
But yet, indeed, I loved him,
And I'll never love again.
CHILDREN'S SONG.
We little children join to praise
The Holy Child of endless days.
The Lord of glory undefiled
Was once like us a little child.
Chorus.--
"Sweetly, sweetly, sweetly singing,
Let us praise him, praise him, praise him, bringing
Happy voices, voices, voices ringing
Like the songs of the angels round the throne."
He hears the ravens when they call,
He sees the little sparrows fall,
He heard the little children sing
Hosanna to the Saviour King.
Sweetly, &c.
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