Comfort

    SPEAK loo me, my Saviour, lo

    From out t and low

    Lest I shee so

    not missed by any t entreat.

    Speak to mo as to Mary at t !

    And if no precious gums my ow,

    Let my tears drop like amber while I go

    In reac voice complete

    In  affection -- th,

    to lose the sense of losing. As a child,

    he wood for evermore

    Is sung to in its stead by moth

    till, sinking on , love-reconciled,

    er t  before.