Right then, Hans picked him up, held him tight, and he said, "You don't have nothing. You have daddy."
The boy laid his head on daddy's shoulder, happy at last.
|Giving daddy a piggyback ride.|
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.
- Toplady, Rock of Ages, 1830.