Sent to the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting in the summer of 1858.
I am a little boy of twelve, and always tell the truth;
O pray for me, that I may love the Savior in my youth.
Thus from the sunny South that precious message came
To those who meet in Fulton street to pray in Jesus’ name.
Dear little boy in Georgia, oh write once more, and say
That you “stand up for Jesus,” that you have found the way,—
The narrow way that leads to Heaven; then we once more in prayer
Will thank our heavenly Father, who hath sweetly brought you there.
THE INFANT SAVIOR.
CHILD.
Mamma, ’tis strange that God most high
Could come to earth to live and die;
’Tis wonderful that he could be
Just such a little child as me!
That he should need a mother’s care,
For food to eat and clothes to wear;—
How did the Virgin Mary know
That he was Lord of all below?
MOTHER.
His coming, Lillie, was foretold
By many holy men of old,
And angels had been sent to tell
That this dear child she loved so well
Should be her Savior, Christ the Lord,
And she believed his precious Word;
Mary oft pondered in her heart
Those things the angels did impart.