Emily Huntington Miller

(1833 – 1913 / Brooklyn, Connecticut)

I Love To Hear The Story - Poem by Emily Huntington Miller


I love to hear the story
Which angel voices tell,
How once the King of glory
Came down on earth to dwell.
I am both weak and sinful;
But this I surely know,
The Lord came down to save me,
Because He loved me so.


I'm glad my blessèd Savior
Was once a child like me,
To show how pure and holy
His little ones might be;
And, if I try to follow
His footsteps here below,
He never will forget me,
Because He loves me so.


To sing His love and mercy
My sweetest songs I'll raise;
And, though I cannot see Him,
I know he hears my praise;
For He has kindly promised
That even I may go
To sing among His angels,
Because He loves me so.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2016

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 23, 2016

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