Gentle Jesus Meek and Mild Song Lyrics
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Pity my simplicity,
Suffer me to come to Thee.
Fain I would to Thee be brought,
Dearest God, forbid it not;
Give me, dearest God, a place
In the kingdom of Thy grace
Put Thy hands upon my head,
Let me in Thine arms be stayed;
Let me lean upon Thy breast,
Lull me, lull me, Lord to rest.
Hold me fast in Thy embrace,
Let me see Thy smiling face,
Give me, Lord, Thy blessing give,
Pray for me, and I shall live.
I shall life the simple life,
Free from sin’s uneasy strife,
Sweetly ignorant of ill,
Innocent, and happy still.
O that I may never know
What the wicked people do;
Sin is contrary to Thee,
Sin is the forbidden tree.
Keep me from the great offense,
Guard my helpless innocence;
Hide me, from all evil hide,
Self, and stubbornness, and pride.
Lamb of God, I look to Thee;
Thou shalt my Example be;
Thou art gentle, meek, and mild;
Thou wast once a little child.
Fain I would be as Thou art;
Give me Thine obedient heart;
Thou art pitiful and kind,
Let me have Thy loving mind.
Meek and lowly may be,
Thou art all humility;
Let me to my betters bow,
Subject to Thy parents Thou.
Let me above all fulfill
God my heavenly Father’s will
Never His good Spirit grieve,
Only to His glory live.
Thou didst live to God alone;
Thou didst never seek Thine own;
Thou Thyself didst never please:
God was all Thy happiness.
Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb,
In Thy gracious hands I am;
Make me, Savior, what Thou art,
Live Thyself within my heart.
I shall then show forth Thy praise,
Serve Thee all my happy days;
Then the world shall always see
Christ, the holy Child, in me.
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Gentle Jesus Meek and Mild Story
JOHN B. GOUGH with a friend one day went up to a small garret room. A feeble voice said, “Come in!” and they entered.
Through the gloom they saw a boy, ten years old, lying on a heap of chips. “What are you doing there?” they asked. “Hush!” he replied, “I am hiding.”
As he showed his bruised and swollen arms, he added: “Poor father got drunk and beat me because I would not steal. . ..
Once I went to ragged school and they taught me Thou shalt not steal and told me about God in heaven. I will not steal, sir, if my father kills me.”
The friend said: “I don’t know what to do with you. Here is a shilling. I will see what we can do for you.” The boy looked at it a minute, and then said: “But please, sir, wouldn’t you like to hear my little hymn?”
They marveled that a lad suffering from cold, and hunger and bruises could sing a hymn; but they answered: “Yes, we will hear you.”
And then in a low, sweet voice, he sang, “Gentle Jesus, meek and mild.” At the conclusion, he said: “That’s my little hymn. Good-bye.”
The next morning, they mounted the stairs again, knocking at the door, but there came no answer. They opened the door and went in.
The shilling lay on the floor, and there too lay the boy dead, but with a brave smile on his face. He sleeps in the grave until that day when His “Gentle Jesus” will take him home to heaven.
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