A simple-hearted child was He,
  And He was nothing more;
In summer days, like you and me,
  He played about the door,
Or gathered, where the father toiled.
  The shavings from the floor.

Sometimes He lay upon the grass,
  The same as you...

For Night and Morning
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,
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