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,     

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