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. Home songs for little people . every sin; He has promised to release us,If we go in prayer to him. Little children, walk with Jesus,Ere your early days be past; For the path in which he leads usBrings us safe to heaven at last. THE here, my dear boy, look at babystwo hands,And the two little feet upon which he now thumbs and eight fingers together make ten;Five toes on each foot—the same number arms and two shoulders, two elbows, two wrists;Now bend up your knuckles, make two little legs and two ankles, two knees and two hips:His fingers and toes all
. Home songs for little people . every sin; He has promised to release us,If we go in prayer to him. Little children, walk with Jesus,Ere your early days be past; For the path in which he leads usBrings us safe to heaven at last. THE here, my dear boy, look at babystwo hands,And the two little feet upon which he now thumbs and eight fingers together make ten;Five toes on each foot—the same number arms and two shoulders, two elbows, two wrists;Now bend up your knuckles, make two little legs and two ankles, two knees and two hips:His fingers and toes all have nails on their tips. HOME SONGS. 17 With his hands and his feet he can run, walk, or crawl;He can dance, jump, and caper, or play with his ball:Take his hoop or his cart and have race, And that will soon give him a fine rosy , what would my boy do without his two hands,Or the two little feet upon which he now stands ? They re the kind gifts of God for us to enjoy :Then be thankful to him, my dear little ALL the small birdiesAre snugly asleep;No more must babyWide awake ! peep!Go to sleep. 18 HOME SONGS. UTTLE BOSIE, my posy, You re weary, you re dozy ;Sit upon grandmammas knee. Songs will I sing you, Sweet sleep to bring you ;Cuddle up cozy with me. I will sing ditties Of birds and of kitties — The Song of the Well to begin :How young Johnnie StoutPulled pussy-cat out When Johnnie Green let her fall in ; Of timid Miss Muffit Who fled from the tuffit ;Of Bobby, who sailed on the sea ; Of Jack and his Gill ; Of the mouse at the mill ;And baby that rocked on the tree. Kosie, my Bosie, As sweet as a posy-Ah ! now she is coming, I see, Sleepy and dozy, To cuddle up cozy,And hush-a-by-baby with me. HOME SONGS. 19 THE UTT;LE - - A !*rw-~F } h— ! • />.. ry •
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