L.M.
1
O happy child, whose every sin
Is put away by Jesus’ blood;
All spotless, clean and pure within,
Made fit to meet a holy God.
2
O happy child, to whom the Lord
Will not impute a guilty stain;
Who sees by faith his sins transferred
To Christ, the Lamb who once was slain.
3
He knows himself a wretch undone,
Unworthy of a Saviour’s love;
Yet rests on Jesus Christ alone,
And hopes to reign with Him above.
4
Then tempests may around him rise,
He sees with calm, untroubled face,
The wildest storm, the darkest skies,
For Jesus is his Hiding-Place;
5
His Guide, his Guard, his All in all,
His joy in health and sickness too;
Who raised him from the lowest fall,
And will in safety bring him through.
6
When sorrows o’er the wicked roll,
He, he shall triumph and rejoice;
Shall feel a peaceful rest of soul,
And praise his God with cheerful voice.
