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C. M.
A child’ sprayer.
Dear Jesus! ever at my side,
How loving must thou be,
To leave thy home in heaven, to guard
A little child like me.
2 Thy beautiful and shining face
I see not, though so near;
The sweetness of thy soft low voice
I am too deaf to hear.
3 I can not feel thee touch my hand
With pressure light and mild,
To check me, as my mother did
When I was but a child.
4 But I have felt thee in my thoughts,
Fighting with sin for me;
And when my heart loves God, I know
The sweetness is from thee.
5 And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down,
Morning and night, to prayer,
Something there is within my heart
Which tells me thou art there.
6 Yes! when I pray, thou prayest too—
Thy prayer is all for me;
But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,
But watchest patiently.
Faber.