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.