DEATH

FROM: HE CAME AS A MAN

DEATH

COME SOFTLY TO MY BOSOM NOW
YOUR JOURNEY DONE
YOUR KINGDOM COME
COME SOFTLY TO MY BOSOM NOW
COME REST YOUR HEAD WHERE ONCE YOU LAID IT
FRIGHTENED BY A MIDNIGHT DREAM
COME REST YOUR HEAD AGAIN MY SON

OH LET US BE LET US BE
ALONE IN EACH OTHERS COMPANY
THAT I MIGHT IN PLACE OF BLOODY FACE
REMEMBER MY CHILD OF GRACE
IN PLACE OF PIERCED HANDS LET ME SEE
THOSE THAT FLOWERS PICKED FOR ME
AND FEET THAT A THOUSAND ERRANDS RAN

OH LET US BE
COME SOFTLY TO MY BOSOM SON

f. a. vollmer