My God,
I love thee; Not because
I hope for heaven thereby...
See, amid the winter`s snow,
Born for us on earth below,
See, the Lamb of God appears,
Promised from eternal years !
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren`t go a-hunting,
For fear of little men.
Four duck on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing;
What a little thing
To remember for years-
To remember with tears !
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