lyrics
For my bright little diamond and my little golden seal,
For my pretty pearl of Mother's love, how thankful I feel.
I will bow and be simple, I will bow and be free,
I will bow and be humble like the willow tree.
I will bow as my token, I will wear the easy yoke,
I will bow and be broken, your mercies invoke.
For my bright little diamond and my little golden seal,
For my pretty pearl of Mother's love, how thankful I feel.
O I want to feel little, I want to feel small,
The last of my sisters, the least of them all.
O I want to be holy, more perfect in love,
O I want to be gentle and meek as a dove.
O I want to be humble and simple in mind,
More watchful, more careful, more fully resigned.
O I want to feel little, I want to feel small,
The last of my sisters, the least of them all.
O the least of Mother's little love is good enough for me,
It is more than I'm worthy of, contented I'll be.
For my bright little diamond and my little golden seal,
For my pretty pearl of Mother's love, how thankful I feel.
O I want to feel little, I want to feel small,
The last of my sisters, the least of them all.
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from
Shaker Songs,
released January 24, 2019
Text: adapted from "For my little Diamond bright," ("Learned of Polly Billings & given to Jane Blanchard by E. Sister Olive"), New Lebanon, Dec. 30 1838, "The Rock," Elizabeth Lovegrove Hymnal, New Lebanon, 1822, and "The least of Mother's little love," New Gloucester "Book of Spirtual Songs" (undated), recorded in "The Gift to Be Simple" by Edward D. Andrews
Music: El Rich
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