Author: George MacDonald (1824-1905)

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And in the perfect time, O perfect God
M. Taylor: Gloriously wasteful

And when grim Death doth take me by the throat
M. Taylor: Childness Fresh

Baby (Where did you come from baby dear?) - A. Beach
Childness Fresh (I shall, with childness fresh, look up to thee) - M. Taylor
Childness Fresh (And when grim Death doth take me by the throat) - M. Taylor
Come to me, Lord (Come to me, Lord: I will not speculate how ) - M. Taylor
Come to me, Lord (Thou wilt interpret life to me, and men) - M. Taylor
Come to me, Lord: I will not speculate how
M. Taylor: Come to me, Lord

Give me a world, to part for praise and sunder
M. Taylor: Part for Praise

Gloriously wasteful (Gloriously wasteful, O my Lord, art thou! ) - M. Taylor
Gloriously wasteful (In the perfect time, when we are in our natal home) - M. Taylor
Gloriously wasteful (Then one to his neighbor may call out, Come) - M. Taylor
Gloriously wasteful, O my Lord, art thou!
M. Taylor: Gloriously wasteful

I shall, with childness fresh, look up to thee
M. Taylor: Childness Fresh

In the perfect time, when we are in our natal home
M. Taylor: Gloriously wasteful

Part for Praise (Give me a world, to part for praise and sunder ) - M. Taylor
The baby (Where did you come from baby dear?)
A. Beach: Baby

Then one to his neighbor may call out, Come
M. Taylor: Gloriously wasteful

Then to his neighbour one may call out, Come
M. Taylor: Gloriously wasteful

Thou, then as now, no less wilt be my life
M. Taylor: Childness Fresh

Thou wilt interpret life to me, and men
M. Taylor: Come to me, Lord

Thy fishes breathe (Thy fishes breathe but where thy waters roll ) - M. Taylor
Thy fishes breathe but where thy waters roll
M. Taylor: Thy fishes breathe

Where did you come from baby dear?
A. Beach: Baby