And, taught no bad or idle ways,
I try to gain your love and praise,
And wonder whilst on you I gaze,
Why any fear to die.
Since God’s indulgent care is shown,
In calling each good child his own,
We’ll happy be before his throne,
When called up on high.
And there, mama, may I and you
Love God’s commands as here we do,
And love each other ever too,
Together in the sky.
A FINE THING.
Who am I, with noble face,
Shining in a clear blue place?
If to look at me you try,
I shall blind your little eye.
When my noble face I show
Over yonder mountain blue,
All the clouds away do ride,
And the dusky night beside.