To Garrett James Miller, On the Eve of His Birth
With Celebration to the King

Oh shall we raise our voice to sing
Of His sweet grace which we now see
And on this day our thoughts to bring
Your birth and how it’s come to be

That you know Him in His love
And see the workings of His hands
From on high just as a dove
To bring you to uncharted lands

In London now you find your home
Sipping tea in fields of green
And to the Lord your eyes have shone
Another day as yet unseen


That He Shall Make Thee Such

What shall I do for thee to know
The love so sweet you have now passed
And if you had would ever grow
The man for which I’d be the last
What gift to faint to think I’d show
My heart the net I hope to cast

With light my eye a glimmer break
The thought of one so sweet to touch
My hope on you I shall not make
That Christ is what I shall make much
And all this done for sinners sake
Where his return shall make thee such