I Love to Think That Jesus Saw

I love to think that Je­sus saw

The same bright sun that shines to­day;

It gave Him light to do His work

And smiled up­on His play.

The same white moon with sil­ver face

That sails across the sky at night

He used to see in Ga­li­lee

And watch it with de­light.

The same great God that hears my pray­ers

Heard His

when Je­sus knelt to pray;

He is my Fa­ther

who will keep

His child through ev­ery day.