He has two eyes,
Always busy and bright, And looking at something From morning till night. They help him at work,
They help him at play, And the sweet words of Jesus They read every day.
He has two ears:
Oh, how well he can hear
The birds as they sing,
And the boys as they cheer!
They are out on the Common,
And for him they call;
But one word from his mother
He hears first of all.
He has a tongue
That moves like a sprite :
It begins in the morning
As soon as the light.
It's the best little tongue
You can anywhere find,
For it always speaks truth,
And it always is kind.
My Jessie lives beyond the town,
Just where the moorland, bare and brown,
Looks over to the sea:
A little maid of lowly birth,
But, oh! of all the girls on earth,
The dearest girl to me!
Few summers hath she known: her eyes
Are bluer than the summer skies,
And brimming o'er with fun;
Her hair is like a golden crown;
Her little hands are sadly brown;
Her cheek tells of the sun.
But could you see her come and go,
In summer shine and winter snow,
As I do, day by day;
Now rising like the lark at morn;
Like Ruth, now gleaming in the corn;
Now busy in the hay;
Now racing like a greyhound fleet
Along the glist'ning sands, with feet
Like snow so white and bare ;
All beauty, health, enjoyment, mirth,
You'd say no queen on all the earth
Was ever half so fair!
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and made thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead?
Gave thee clothing of delight,-
Softest clothing, woolly, bright?
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little lamb, I'll tell thee;
Little lamb, I'll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child:
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!
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