lyric 11 - breath in

THE country has his joys
breathe in and breathe out and breathe in
Of little city girls and boys
breathe in and breathe out

When brother Thomas brings his brood
breathe in and breathe out and breathe in
To try our country air and food.
breathe in and breathe out


And O what splendid pies and cakes Their pleased and pretty grandma makes
And O, it gives him sad surprise, - There must be tears in Jesus' eyes,


Poor Thomas shepherds him a flock
Of city souls as hard as rock,
his heart beats like a clock
breathe in and breathe out

And though they will not fill his larder
He only preaches Christ the harder.
of the son and of the father
breathe in and breathe out

And O what splendid pies and cakes Their pleased and pretty grandma makes
And O, it gives him sad surprise, - There must be tears in Jesus' eyes,



But Ann, though seven years my niece,
Is still a pagan little piece
that will not be released
breathe in and breathe out

Jesus is better than any toys
For little sinning girls and boys,
For Jesus saves, but sin destroys
breathe in and breathe out and breathe in