  How wonderful this rolling ball Of earth, that bears me now! And, O! thou mighty God of all, How wonderful art Thou! (And what is this vast world to thee, With all its sea and land? Just what a pebble is to me, Or e'en a grain of sand.) And may a simple child address So great and high a King? And will he notice, will he bless So mean a little thing? And may I hope his love to win, Before his face to stand, Who holds this spacious world within The hollow of his hand? O yes! for though he is so high, He makes e'en worms his care; He will not scorn an infant's cry, A sinful infant's pray'r. |
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