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Wake up [my] muse, condole the loss

Hymnal: The Church Hymn Book #d1070 (1859)
Wake up [my] muse, condole the loss
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Lamenting the Loss of a Child

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #113 (1803) First Line: Wake up my muse, condole the loss Lyrics: 1 Wake up my muse, condole the lost Of those that mourn this day; Let tears distil on every face, And every mourner pray. 2 The tyrant, Death came rushing in, Last night his power did shew; Out of this world this child did take, Death laid its visage low. 3 No more the pleasant child is seen To please its parent's eye; The tender plant, so fresh and green, Is in eternity. 4 The golden bowl by death is broke, The pitcher burst in twain, The cistern-wheel has felt the stroke, The pleasant child is slain. 5 The winding-sheet doth bind its limbs, The coffin holds it fast, To-day it's seen by all its friends, But this must be the last. 6 Until the Lord doth come to judge The nations great and small, And you and I before him stand, And at his presence fall. Languages: English
Lamenting the Loss of a Child

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