Manti Messenger | 1950-03-03 | Page 3 | Death

i DEATH GRACE NOLL CROWELL 0 FOLD my hands a little while in sleep TO A brief night through and wait with quiet breath The coming of the morning and to keep Quite calm and Still is that what we call death Is it a thing to fear 0 O Lord of life II 0 O Lord of death 0 O Lord of the unknown To heed no more the clamor and the strife To rest refit a bit alone J Save Saye with Theo Thee Lord who hast haft the power to keep Thine own An And with Thee lord ord why should I fear to wait waitA g ff A little while until my eyes shall see y Or whether I shall wake me soon or late So long as Th Thy Y cu cupped hand is 1 holding me 1 Grant Father when the night comes I shall rise ii With willing illing feet and fold my work away I I Then lying down to sleep clo close se fearless eyes f I I Regretful not of further work or play r But in the sleep Thou give t Thy beloved Await the day i. i i