"Lord, I'm only just a cripple, and I'm no use here below,
For I heard my mother whisper she'd be glad if I would go,
And I' m cold and hungry sometimes, and I feel so lonely, too;
Can't you take me, gentle Jesus, up to heaven along with you?"
"Oh! I'd be so good and patient, and I'd never cry or fret;
And your kindness to me, Jesus, I would surely not forget.
I would love you all I know of, and I'd never make a noise;
Can't you find me just a corner, where I'll watch the other boys?"
"Oh, I think you'll do it, Jesus, something seems to tell me so;
For I feel so good and happy, and I do want to go.
How I long to see you, Jesus, and the children all so bright,
Come and fetch me, won't You, Jesus, come and fetch me home tonight."