Primitive Christianity, Part 1

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Pity my simplicity.
Suffer me to come to Thee.

Fain I would to Thee be brought;
Dearest God, forbid it not;
Give me, dearest God, a place
In the kingdom of Thy grace.
Put Thy hands upon my head;
Let nie in Thine arms be stay'd;
Let me lean upon Thy breast;
Lull me, lull me, Lord, to rest.
Hold me fast in Thine embrace,
Let me see Thy smiling face;
Give me, Lord, Thy blessing give;
Pray for me, and I shall live:
I shall live the simple life,
Free from sin's uneasy strife;
Sweetly ignorant of ill.
Innocent and happy still.
O that I may never know
What the wicked people do!
Sin is contrary to Thee,
Sin is the forbidden tree.
Keep me from the great offence,
Guard my helpless innocence;
Hide me, from all evil hide.
Self, and stubbornness, and pride.