The Child’s Petition 1845 by Cross Stitch Antiques

May God who reigns enthron’d on high,
In yon bright world above the sky,
In tender pity condescend,
To be my father and my friend.

I’m but a traveller below,
So journing in this vale of woe,
And need thy all sufficient power,
To help in every trying hour.

If thou forsake me I shall stray
Far from religion’s narrow way,
And for my sad companions chose,
Those children who thy love abuse,

To be a lamb in Jesus’s fold,
I covet more than mimes of gold,
For earth with all her gaudy toys,
Can ne’er afford such lasting joys

Soon I must quit this vale of woe
And close my eyes on all below
Then may my happy spirit rise,
To join the chorus of the skies.”