BABY, baby, ope your eye, For the sun is in the sky, And he's peeping once again Through the frosty window-pane : Little baby, do not keep
Any longer fast asleep.
There now, sit in mother's lap, That she may untie your cap; For the little strings have got Twisted into such a knot: Yes, I see, you've been at play, With the bobbin, as you lay.
There it comes; now let us see Where your petticoats can be: Oh! they're in the window-seat, Folded very smooth and neat: When my baby older grows, She shall double up her clothes.
Now one pretty little kiss, For dressing you so nice as this; And before we go downstairs, Don't forget to say your prayers; For 'tis God who loves to keep Little babies while they sleep.
LITTLE CHILD'S PRAYER.
LORD, look upon a little child By nature sinful, weak, and wild, Oh, put Thy gracious hands on me, And make me all I ought to be.
I WALK'D in a field of fresh clover this morn,
Where lambs play'd so merrily under the trees, Or rubb'd their soft coats on a naked old thorn, Or nibbled the clover, or rested at ease.
And under the edge ran a clear water-brook, To drink from when thirsty or weary with play; So gay did the daisies and buttercups look, That I thought little lambs must be happy all
And when I remember the beautiful psalm, That tells about Christ and His pastures so
I know He is willing to make me His lamb, And happier far than the lambs I have seen.
If I drink of the waters, so peaceful and still, That flow in His field, I for ever shall live; If I love Him, and seek His commands to fulfil,
A place in His sheepfold to me will He give.
The lambs are at peace in the fields when they play,
The long summer's day in contentment they spend ;
But happier I, if in God's holy way,
I try to walk always, with Christ for my friend.
COME, supper is ready,
Come, boys and girls, now;
For here is fresh milk
From the good moolly cow.
Have done with your fife And your row-de-dow-dow,
And take this good milk From the good moolly cow.
Whoever is fretting
Must clear up his brow, Or he'll have no milk
From the good moolly cow.
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