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Jesus, who calledst little ones to Thee, To Thee I come; O take my hand in Thine, and speak to me; And lead me home; Lest from the path of life my feet should stray, And Satan prowling make Thy lamb his prey.

I love to think that Thou with holy feet My path hast trod, Along life's common lanes and dusty street Hast walk'd with God, On Mary's bosom drawn a baby's breath, And served Thy parents dear at Nazareth.

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O gentle Jesus, make this heart of mine, So full of sin, As holy, harmless, undefiled, as Thine And dwell therein, Then God my Father, I like Thee, shall know, And grow in wisdom as in strength I grow.

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To Thee, my Saviour, then, with morning light Glad songs I 'II raise, My saddest hours and darkest shall be bright. With silent praise; And should my work or play my thoughts employ, Thy will shall be my law, Thy love my joy.