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MOTHER.
Can tallow and cotton, my son,
Protect you from harm thro' the night,
When into a mould it is run,
And made in a candle to light?
WILLIE.
The candle could not see or hear,
And I'll try to remember to-night,
That God my kind Father is near,
Then, mamma, I'll not ask for a light.
"CREATE IN ME A CLEAN HEART,
O GOD!"
Savior, keep me near thy side,
Take my hand within thine own,
I would be thy little child,
Leave me not to walk alone.
"Suffer little ones to come,"
Thou didst say, when here on earth;
Let my feet no longer roam,
I would know thy heavenly birth.
Take my wicked heart away,
Make me holy like thy Son;
Leave me not from thee to stray,
Leave me not to walk alone.
