J. D. Burns (206/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

J. D. Burns AS helpless as a child who clings Fast to his father’s arm, And casts his weakness on the strength That keeps him safe from harm; 2 So I, my Father, cling to Thee, And thus I, every hour, Would link my earthly feebleness To Thine almighty power. 3 As trustful as a child who looks Up in his mother’s face, And all his little griefs and fears Forgets in her embrace; 4 So I, to Thee, my Saviour, look, And in Thy face divine Can read the love that will sustain As weak a faith as mine. 5 As loving as a child who sits Close by his parent’s knee, And knows no want while he can have That sweet society; 6 So, sitting at Thy feet, my heart Would all its love outpour, And pray that Thou would’st teach me, Lord, To love Thee more and more.