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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:
So I, my Father, cling to Thee,
And thus I every hour
Would link my earthly feebleness
To Thine almighty power.
As trustful as a child who looks
Up in his mother’s face,
And all his little griefs and fears
Forgets in her embrace:
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.
As loving as a child who sits
Close by his parent’s knee,
And knows no want while he can have
That sweet society:
So sitting at Thy feet, my heart
Would all its love outpour,
And pray that Thou wouldst teach me, Lord,
To love Thee more and more.
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MUSIC
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CHRISTMAS CAROL
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