Cometh To Mine Own Aid

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Come hither my love so dear

Anon! Anon! I am filled with fear

Monsters of sineth call out mine own name

Little child, alloweth us to bring thee to shame

They grabeth mine own limbs and pulleth me away

All I can bethink to do is pray

Lord cometh save me f'r I am afeard

Cometh to mine own aid so that I might be spared

He speaketh with a voice so cleareth

Dearest child, th're is nothing to feareth

I am at each moment h're by thy side

Followeth the light and I shall beest thy guide

You may walketh alone with nay one to turneth to

But rememb'r that I am at each moment with you

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