Gentle Lamb, O so mild,
Stay with me a little while;
Let the sorrows in my keep
Bury in Thy whitened fleece.
Gentle Lamb, O so mild,
Trusting, loving, not beguiled;
Crossing rapid waters start
The tender beatings of Thine heart.
Gentle Lamb, O so mild,
Thou dost judge the rank and file;
The pauper-poor and princely-rich,
Through eyes of righteous amethyst.
Gentle Lamb, O so mild,
Stay with me this little while;
Let the sorrows in my keep
Bury in Thy whitened fleece.
Edward Steinhardt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-child-s-prayer-3/
