Thou art my burden and support,
Thou weak one!
Like manna in the wilderness,
A joy hath come to soothe and bless:
But 'tis a sorrow unto me,
To love as I am loving thee,
Thou weak one, thou meek one!
The scarlet-coated child-thief waits,
Thou bright one,
To bear thee through the sky-blue gates,