George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд)

A Father to a Mother

When God's own child came down to earth,
High heaven was very glad;
The angels sang for holy mirth;
Not God himself was sad!

Shall we, when ours goes homeward, fret?
Come, Hope, and wait on Sorrow!
The little one will not forget;
It's only till to-morrow!

1. The Gospel Women. 11. The Woman of Samaria
2. The Gospel Women. 2. The Woman that lifted up her Voice
3. The Gospel Women. 3. The Mother of Zebedee's Children
4. The Gospel Women. 4. The Syrophenician Woman
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