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7.7.7.5

1
Gentle Saviour, ever nigh,
Though adored by hosts on high,
Wilt Thou listen to the cry
Of a little child?

2
Cleanse my heart from every sin,
Make me pure and clean within;
Ere the cares of life begin,
Save a little child.

3
When my feet are prone to stray
From the strait and narrow way,
In that dark and evil day,
Keep a little child.

4
Bless me all my journey through;
Let Thy grace my heart renew;
Make me constant, wise, and true,
Thine obedient child.