Oh! Give Me Back.
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But sweeter still, in early life,
When we first enter earth's fierce strife,
To feel that Jesus is our friend,
Who'll guide us safely to the end;
To feel He knows each want and grief.
And in good time will send relief;
To feel in Him we fully trust,
And are redeemed with blood of Christ.
When we first enter earth's fierce strife,
To feel that Jesus is our friend,
Who'll guide us safely to the end;
To feel He knows each want and grief.
And in good time will send relief;
To feel in Him we fully trust,
And are redeemed with blood of Christ.
OH! GIVE ME BACK.
Oh! give me back my childhood years,
The friends that are no more,
Youth's golden dreams, free from glum fears,
The balmy days of yore.
The friends that are no more,
Youth's golden dreams, free from glum fears,
The balmy days of yore.
I'd rather sport in life's fair spring,
Chasing the butterfly,
Than win and love some beauteous thing,
Only to see it die.
Chasing the butterfly,
Than win and love some beauteous thing,
Only to see it die.
Our dearest hopes will, one by one,
Pass far beyond our sight,
And pleasures vanish soon as won,
Like day fades into night.
Pass far beyond our sight,
And pleasures vanish soon as won,
Like day fades into night.
For all that fortune can bestow,
Like fairy gifts must fade,
The days and years as quickly go;
Toil with vain hopes is paid.
Like fairy gifts must fade,
The days and years as quickly go;
Toil with vain hopes is paid.
