Little Minnie.

Is it well with the child? and she answered, it is well.     If earth's weariness for rest is changed,         Rest on the far off shore,     If earth's sighing's changed for singing         Psalms of praise for evermore.     And the bed of pain for roaming free,         Beneath the living trees,     Whose leaves of healing wither not         In any earthly breeze.     And to mix with those who, robed and crowned,         Walk by the crystal sea;     To gather with the other lambs         Beside the Saviour's knee.     We will keenly miss our absent child;         Lonely tears our loss will tell,     But His voice says, "It is well with her,         We answer, "It is well."     It is well to know that safely home         Is this our dearest one;     To know she's with the children fair         Gathered around the throne,     'Tis no light thing that God has stooped         Our dear one home to bring,     From weariness and painfulness         To the presence of the King.     Let weeping and rejoicing,         Mingled, our sorrow tell;     We are lonely, oh our Father         But Thou knowest it is well.