Hazard lot
Oscar Hazard
wife : Sarah Miles
Robert
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ROBERT HENRY HAZARD,
Ferrisburg, Vt. Son of Oscar and Sarah M. Hazard.
This little boy had always been remarkable healthy, and was full of life and animation until attacked by that dreaded disease diptheria, which soon terminated his life.
He was a very loving, affectionate child, but not without the faults common to children of his age. He loved dearly to hear Bible stories read to him, and the account of Jesus stilling the tempest, and the history of Abraham and his descendants, were exceedingly interesting to him.
He also liked to hear his mother repeat poetry, some of which he soon learned. One little hymn he learned when only three years old--
"Down upon my pillow warm,
I now lay my little head,
And the rain, the wind, the storm,
Cannot come too nigh my bed.
Many little children poor
Have not anywhere to go;
And sad hardships they endure,
Such as I did never know.
Dear mamma, I thank thee oft,
For my comfortable bed,
And this pretty pillow soft,
Where I rest my weary head.
And I'll lift my heart in prayer
To the God that dwells above;
Thank Him for His watchful care,
And for all His tender love."
He was early taught to look upon death, as a transition from this world to one infinitely more beautiful, and that life in the presence of a loving God and Saviour would be far happier than this. He frequently asked, in his childish simplicity, what Heaven was like. On being assured that God loved little children, he answered earnestly, "I want to go now." A few weeks before his death, he made the same remark, adding, he couldn't wait any longer. Through his illness he was very patient; and whenever his mother asked him if he wanted to go live with God, his answer was always in the affirmative. A few hours before he died, he called his mother and asked her to repeat to him this hymn--
"I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead, a harp within my hand.
There right before my Saviour, so glorious and so bright,
I'd wake the sweetest music, and praise him day and night.
I never would be weary, nor ever shed a tear,
Nor ever know a sorrow, nor ever feel a fear;
But blessed, pure, and holy, to dwell in Jesus' sight,
And with the thousand thousands praise Him day and night.
I know I'm weak and sinful, but Jesus will forgive,
For many little children have gone to heaven to live.
Dear Saviour, when I languish, and lay me down to die,
Oh! send a shining angel to bear me to the sky.
Oh! there I'll be an angel, and with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead, a harp within my hand.
And there, before my Saviour, so glorious and so bright,
I'll join the heavenly music, and praise Him day and night."
He lay very quietly until she had finished, and soon afterwards the ransomed spirit joined those "Little children who have gone to Heaven to live."
--The American Annual Monitor for 1862; or Obituary of the Members of the Society of Friends for the Year 1861, published New York, 1862, No. 5, pp. 89-91.
Contributor: Anonymous (46960440)
Oscar Hazard
wife : Sarah Miles
Robert
------------------
ROBERT HENRY HAZARD,
Ferrisburg, Vt. Son of Oscar and Sarah M. Hazard.
This little boy had always been remarkable healthy, and was full of life and animation until attacked by that dreaded disease diptheria, which soon terminated his life.
He was a very loving, affectionate child, but not without the faults common to children of his age. He loved dearly to hear Bible stories read to him, and the account of Jesus stilling the tempest, and the history of Abraham and his descendants, were exceedingly interesting to him.
He also liked to hear his mother repeat poetry, some of which he soon learned. One little hymn he learned when only three years old--
"Down upon my pillow warm,
I now lay my little head,
And the rain, the wind, the storm,
Cannot come too nigh my bed.
Many little children poor
Have not anywhere to go;
And sad hardships they endure,
Such as I did never know.
Dear mamma, I thank thee oft,
For my comfortable bed,
And this pretty pillow soft,
Where I rest my weary head.
And I'll lift my heart in prayer
To the God that dwells above;
Thank Him for His watchful care,
And for all His tender love."
He was early taught to look upon death, as a transition from this world to one infinitely more beautiful, and that life in the presence of a loving God and Saviour would be far happier than this. He frequently asked, in his childish simplicity, what Heaven was like. On being assured that God loved little children, he answered earnestly, "I want to go now." A few weeks before his death, he made the same remark, adding, he couldn't wait any longer. Through his illness he was very patient; and whenever his mother asked him if he wanted to go live with God, his answer was always in the affirmative. A few hours before he died, he called his mother and asked her to repeat to him this hymn--
"I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead, a harp within my hand.
There right before my Saviour, so glorious and so bright,
I'd wake the sweetest music, and praise him day and night.
I never would be weary, nor ever shed a tear,
Nor ever know a sorrow, nor ever feel a fear;
But blessed, pure, and holy, to dwell in Jesus' sight,
And with the thousand thousands praise Him day and night.
I know I'm weak and sinful, but Jesus will forgive,
For many little children have gone to heaven to live.
Dear Saviour, when I languish, and lay me down to die,
Oh! send a shining angel to bear me to the sky.
Oh! there I'll be an angel, and with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead, a harp within my hand.
And there, before my Saviour, so glorious and so bright,
I'll join the heavenly music, and praise Him day and night."
He lay very quietly until she had finished, and soon afterwards the ransomed spirit joined those "Little children who have gone to Heaven to live."
--The American Annual Monitor for 1862; or Obituary of the Members of the Society of Friends for the Year 1861, published New York, 1862, No. 5, pp. 89-91.
Contributor: Anonymous (46960440)
Hazard lot
Oscar Hazard
wife : Sarah Miles
Robert
------------------
ROBERT HENRY HAZARD,
Ferrisburg, Vt. Son of Oscar and Sarah M. Hazard.
This little boy had always been remarkable healthy, and was full of life and animation until attacked by that dreaded disease diptheria, which soon terminated his life.
He was a very loving, affectionate child, but not without the faults common to children of his age. He loved dearly to hear Bible stories read to him, and the account of Jesus stilling the tempest, and the history of Abraham and his descendants, were exceedingly interesting to him.
He also liked to hear his mother repeat poetry, some of which he soon learned. One little hymn he learned when only three years old--
"Down upon my pillow warm,
I now lay my little head,
And the rain, the wind, the storm,
Cannot come too nigh my bed.
Many little children poor
Have not anywhere to go;
And sad hardships they endure,
Such as I did never know.
Dear mamma, I thank thee oft,
For my comfortable bed,
And this pretty pillow soft,
Where I rest my weary head.
And I'll lift my heart in prayer
To the God that dwells above;
Thank Him for His watchful care,
And for all His tender love."
He was early taught to look upon death, as a transition from this world to one infinitely more beautiful, and that life in the presence of a loving God and Saviour would be far happier than this. He frequently asked, in his childish simplicity, what Heaven was like. On being assured that God loved little children, he answered earnestly, "I want to go now." A few weeks before his death, he made the same remark, adding, he couldn't wait any longer. Through his illness he was very patient; and whenever his mother asked him if he wanted to go live with God, his answer was always in the affirmative. A few hours before he died, he called his mother and asked her to repeat to him this hymn--
"I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead, a harp within my hand.
There right before my Saviour, so glorious and so bright,
I'd wake the sweetest music, and praise him day and night.
I never would be weary, nor ever shed a tear,
Nor ever know a sorrow, nor ever feel a fear;
But blessed, pure, and holy, to dwell in Jesus' sight,
And with the thousand thousands praise Him day and night.
I know I'm weak and sinful, but Jesus will forgive,
For many little children have gone to heaven to live.
Dear Saviour, when I languish, and lay me down to die,
Oh! send a shining angel to bear me to the sky.
Oh! there I'll be an angel, and with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead, a harp within my hand.
And there, before my Saviour, so glorious and so bright,
I'll join the heavenly music, and praise Him day and night."
He lay very quietly until she had finished, and soon afterwards the ransomed spirit joined those "Little children who have gone to Heaven to live."
--The American Annual Monitor for 1862; or Obituary of the Members of the Society of Friends for the Year 1861, published New York, 1862, No. 5, pp. 89-91.
Contributor: Anonymous (46960440)
Oscar Hazard
wife : Sarah Miles
Robert
------------------
ROBERT HENRY HAZARD,
Ferrisburg, Vt. Son of Oscar and Sarah M. Hazard.
This little boy had always been remarkable healthy, and was full of life and animation until attacked by that dreaded disease diptheria, which soon terminated his life.
He was a very loving, affectionate child, but not without the faults common to children of his age. He loved dearly to hear Bible stories read to him, and the account of Jesus stilling the tempest, and the history of Abraham and his descendants, were exceedingly interesting to him.
He also liked to hear his mother repeat poetry, some of which he soon learned. One little hymn he learned when only three years old--
"Down upon my pillow warm,
I now lay my little head,
And the rain, the wind, the storm,
Cannot come too nigh my bed.
Many little children poor
Have not anywhere to go;
And sad hardships they endure,
Such as I did never know.
Dear mamma, I thank thee oft,
For my comfortable bed,
And this pretty pillow soft,
Where I rest my weary head.
And I'll lift my heart in prayer
To the God that dwells above;
Thank Him for His watchful care,
And for all His tender love."
He was early taught to look upon death, as a transition from this world to one infinitely more beautiful, and that life in the presence of a loving God and Saviour would be far happier than this. He frequently asked, in his childish simplicity, what Heaven was like. On being assured that God loved little children, he answered earnestly, "I want to go now." A few weeks before his death, he made the same remark, adding, he couldn't wait any longer. Through his illness he was very patient; and whenever his mother asked him if he wanted to go live with God, his answer was always in the affirmative. A few hours before he died, he called his mother and asked her to repeat to him this hymn--
"I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead, a harp within my hand.
There right before my Saviour, so glorious and so bright,
I'd wake the sweetest music, and praise him day and night.
I never would be weary, nor ever shed a tear,
Nor ever know a sorrow, nor ever feel a fear;
But blessed, pure, and holy, to dwell in Jesus' sight,
And with the thousand thousands praise Him day and night.
I know I'm weak and sinful, but Jesus will forgive,
For many little children have gone to heaven to live.
Dear Saviour, when I languish, and lay me down to die,
Oh! send a shining angel to bear me to the sky.
Oh! there I'll be an angel, and with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead, a harp within my hand.
And there, before my Saviour, so glorious and so bright,
I'll join the heavenly music, and praise Him day and night."
He lay very quietly until she had finished, and soon afterwards the ransomed spirit joined those "Little children who have gone to Heaven to live."
--The American Annual Monitor for 1862; or Obituary of the Members of the Society of Friends for the Year 1861, published New York, 1862, No. 5, pp. 89-91.
Contributor: Anonymous (46960440)
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