Poem by George MacDonald

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. 6. The Woman whom Satan had bound
2. The Gospel Women. 2. The Woman that lifted up her Voice
3. The Gospel Women. 15. Mary
4. The Gospel Women. 11. The Woman of Samaria
5. The Gospel Women. 8. The Widow with the Two Mites

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