THOU that once, on mother's knee, Wast a little one like me, When I wake or go to bed Lay thy hands about my head: Let me feel thee very near, Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear. Be beside me in the light, Close by me through all the night; Make me gentle, kind, and true, Do what mother bids me do; Help and cheer me when I fret, And forgive when I forget. Once wast thou in cradle laid, Baby bright in manger-shade, With the oxen and the cows, And the lambs outside the house: Now thou art above the sky: Canst thou hear a baby cry? Thou art nearer when we pray, Since thou art so far away; Thou my little hymn wilt hear, Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear, Thou that once, on mother's knee, Wast a little one like me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: COSTA MAGIC by MINA LOY THE WINDING BANKS OF ERNE; OR, THE EMIGRANT'S ADIEU TO HIS BIRTHPLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 6. CORRINA by THOMAS CAMPION SONNET (ON RECEIVING A LETTER INFORMING ME OF THE BIRTH OF A SON) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |