What nimble feet, tiny and warm, br My baby's, I hold in my hands! br They want to walk without much harm, br On God-made earthly lands, and sands. br br I feel the haste within those feet, br To walk and run upon the earth; br What beauty wears the frame so neat, br That grows as per His will since birth! br br What happiness could fill the heart, br When feet touch earth first time to stand! br God hands over this pleasant art, br To every child He makes by Hand.