JESUS, canst Thou receive
A feeble child like me?
My little heart can scarce believe
That I may come to Thee!
With children I can go,
And all I think can say;
With those I've often seen and know
I do not fear to stay.
But Lord of heaven art Thou,
And dwell'st far off on high!
Though at Thy Name I'm taught to bow,
Can I to Thee draw nigh?
That Name is far above
My thoughts, howe'er I try;
How can I know Thou Bost me love,
Nor fear before Thine eye?