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7.6.

1
Hark! ’tis a father crying,
And this is what he saith,
“My little daughter’s lying
Just at the point of death.”

2
The Saviour soon consented
To go and heal the maid;
Nor was He e’en prevented
By hearing she was dead.

3
He found the people weeping
Because her breath was gone,
And when He said, “She’s sleeping,”
They laughèd Him to scorn.

4
The Lord no sinful mocker
Would suffer to remain;
Then by the hand He took her,
And bade her rise again.

5
Ah! see the maid arising,
According to His word;
Does not the deed surprising
Show Jesus is the Lord?

6
See in their fond embraces
The parents clasp the maid,
Ashamed are now the faces
That mocked at what He said.