J. D. Burns
AS helpless as a child who clings
Fast to his father’s arm,
And casts his weakness on the strength
That keeps him safe from harm;
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So I, my Father, cling to Thee,
And thus I, every hour,
Would link my earthly feebleness
To Thine almighty power.
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As trustful as a child who looks
Up in his mother’s face,
And all his little griefs and fears
Forgets in her embrace;
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So I, to Thee, my Saviour, look,
And in Thy face divine
Can read the love that will sustain
As weak a faith as mine.
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As loving as a child who sits
Close by his parent’s knee,
And knows no want while he can have
That sweet society;
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So, sitting at Thy feet, my heart
Would all its love outpour,
And pray that Thou would’st teach me, Lord,
To love Thee more and more.