In the morning when the mother came to wake her crippled boy,
She discovered that his features wore a look of sweetest joy;
And she shook him somewhat roughly, but the cripple’s face was cold;
He had gone to join the children in the streets of shining gold.
Tommy's prayer had soon been answered, and the angel, death, had come,
To remove him from the cellar to his bright and heavenly home.
Where sweet comfort, joy, and gladness, never can decrease nor end;
But where Jesus reigns eternally, where time will never end.