Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me,
Ah no! The thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
When thou art feeble, old, and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
And when I see thee hang thy head,
'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,
For could our Father in the skies
Look down with pleased or loving eyes,
If ever I could dare despise
LEARNING THIS POEM/SONG AS A CHILD, INSTILLED IN ME SOME VERY DEEP INATE VALUES , COMING ACROSS IT RECENTLY, AFTER SUCH A LONG TIME MADE MY INWARDS STIR AND I SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL, ESPECIALLY MOTHERS WORLD OVER.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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