Often as we watched her there
From our lips there fell this prayer,
‘God, give us the pain to bear!
Let us suffer in her place,
Take the anguish from her face,
Soothe her with Thy holy grace.’
Then the angels came, and they
Took her lovely soul away
From the torture house of clay.
As we’d prayed, they brought release,
Smoothed her brow with gentle peace,
But our pain shall never cease.
Ours is now the hurt to bear,
Ours the anguish and despair,
Ours the agony to share!
When our hearts with grief were stirred,
Thus we prayed and thus were heard,
Shall we fail to keep our word?
