1    As when a child, secure of harms,
            Hangs at the mother’s breast,
        Safe folded in her anxious arms,
            Receiving food and rest:
    2    And, while through many a painful path
            The travelling parent speeds,
        The fearless babe, with passive faith,
            Lies still, and yet proceeds:
    3    Should some short start his quiet break,
            He fondly strives to fling
        His little arms about her neck,
            And seems to closer cling;
    4    Poor child, maternal love alone
            Preserves thee, first and last;
        Thy parent’s arms, and not thy own,
            Are those that hold thee fast!
    5    So souls that would to Jesus cleave,
            And hear his secret call,
        Must every fair pretension leave,
            And let the Lord be all.
    6    “Keep close to me, thou helpless sheep,”
            The Shepherd softly cries;
        “Lord, tell me what ’tis close to keep,”
            The listening sheep replies.
    7    “Thy whole dependence on me fix;
            Nor entertain a thought
        Thy worthless schemes with mine to mix,
            But venture to be nought.
    8    “Fond self-direction is a shelf;
            Thy strength, thy wisdom flee;
        When thou art nothing in thyself,
            Thou then art close to me.”
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #708
 
	
	 
	
	 
	
	 
 
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