Come To Me - V2

God saw she was getting tired

And a cure was not to be

So He gently closed those loving eyes

And whispered “Come to me”

The days of toil and nights of pain

The weary hours have passed

The patient gentle worn out frame

Has found sweet rest at last.

Day and night we stood by her

And saw her in pain,

Anxiously awaiting her cure

But our waiting was in vain.

God who knoweth all things best

Eased her suffering, gave her rest

She is gone but not forgotten,

Never will our memories fade

Sweetest thoughts of her will ever linger

Round the place where she rests.