THE FLIGHT INTO EGYPT
Thou, little Dimas, who art clean,
I have a vision of thy sin,
And of thy sorrow that wins in
At last to Heaven indeed.
I have a vision of thy sin,
And of thy sorrow that wins in
At last to Heaven indeed.
O little Dimas, round and smooth,
I see thee in thy lusty youth
Brought down to death and shame in truth;
I see thee keeping tryst
I see thee in thy lusty youth
Brought down to death and shame in truth;
I see thee keeping tryst
In a most bitter day and hour
When men are mad and hell hath power,
High where the awful crosses tower,
Keeping thy tryst with Christ.
When men are mad and hell hath power,
High where the awful crosses tower,
Keeping thy tryst with Christ.
Little Dimas, when all is done,
Side by side with my little Son,
Thou winnest in when Heaven is won,
O happy little child!
Side by side with my little Son,
Thou winnest in when Heaven is won,
O happy little child!
Now sleep. And sleep, my Jesus small,
For little birds are sleeping all,
And shadows lengthen on the wall,
And fades the daylight mild.
For little birds are sleeping all,
And shadows lengthen on the wall,
And fades the daylight mild.
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