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.