The Infant Request 436b
Tune: W. T. Webb, 1869
Lyrics: The Sacred Harp, 1869
Meter: Long Meter (8,8,8,8)
For just before the fatal hour,
In which cold death did nip the flower,
He begged me—and it makes me weep—
To sing my little one to sleep.
The flower budded, hope was strong,
But hope could not its life prolong;
For soon, too soon, alas! I'm made
To see it blossom but to fade.
This song was first published in The Organ.