H annah a Sweet and tender Flower

H annah a Sweet and tender Flower, A h! She's gone to Heavens Bower, N ow She's out of Mis'ry and Pain, N ow She's in the Glorious Plain, A ssurance to her Soul was Giv'n, H ail Saints of Light I come to Heaven.

H er Piety and Vertues Bright, I n her most tender Years Invite, L ove of all that knew her right well, L ow now she's gone on High to dwell.

T hough she be gone before her Noon. C hrist Jesus thought it not too Soon.