I bore him in my breast—

Yes, it was I.

My mother's hands impressed

Stars of the sky

On to his infant sight,

As we watched night by night,

Jesus and I.

I taught him how to pray;

Yes, it was I

Gave him the words to say.

God drawing nigh,

We two walked hand-in-hand

Close to God's Hidden Land,

Jesus and I.

This little son of mine

Fell from the sky;

God made him all divine—

Yet there was I.

I came to bear his loss,

He came to take his cross—

He came to die.

Thus we went hand-in-hand,

My son and I,

Up to God's Hidden Land—

Went up to die.

He entered in to reign

And came not back again—

Yet there was I.