Nu titte til hinanden de favre blomster smaa
Nu titte til hinanden de favre Blomster smaa;
De muntre Fugle kalde paa hverandre;
Nu alle Jordens Børn deres Øine opslaae;
Nu Sneglen med Huus paa Ryg vil vandre.
Den kjære Gud og Skaber den mindste Orm er nær:
Han føder Fugl og Markens Lillie klæder;
Dog Menneskenes Børn har han allermeest kjær:
Gud aander paa Øiet, naar det græder.
Guds Søn var selv et Barn, og paa Krybbestraa han laae;
Hans Vugge stod paa Jord foruden Gjænge.
Guds Himmeriges Fryd har han lovet de Smaa
Og Blomster fra Paradisets Enge.
Guds Søn har os saa kjær; han er Børnevennen stor;
Han bærer Barnet op til Gud paa Armen;
Han Storm og Hav betvang, da han vandred paa Jord;
Men Børnene leged ham ved Barmen.
O Du, som os velsigned og tog i Favn de Smaa,
En Morgen see vi Dig i Paradiset!
Du lærte os til Gud vore Øine opslaae
Evindelig være Du lovpriset!
Small flowers now greet each other, they're peeping every one
Small flowers now greet each other, they're peeping every one;
The cheerful birds each other won't stop calling;
All earth's small children open their eyes to the sun;
The snail, house on board, will off be crawling.
For God our dear Creator no tiny worm's too small:
The birds he feeds, the lilies clothes in splendour;
Man's children even so are the dearest of all:
God breathes on moist eyes with mercy tender.
God's son was once a child, and on stable's straw he lay;
His cradle was a manger mean and lowly.
God's heavenly joy he's promised all children one day
And flowers from his heaven's meadows holy.
God's son holds us so dear; is the children's friend as well;
Each child to God upon his arm does carry;
He quelled the stormy wave when on earth he did dwell;
But safe at his breast do children tarry.
Oh you, who blessed us all, children held in your embrace,
In paradise one morning we shall view you!
You taught us to gaze upward in search of God's face -
Eternal shall be the praise that's due you!
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