What though I’m but a child,
And little can discern;
Christ is a Teacher, meek and mild,
And bids me come and learn.
When Jesus, dwelt below,
The infants He caressed,
He prayed for them, and blest them, too,
And surely they were blest.
Then let me not delay
To learn the road to Heaven,
For Jesus tells me He’s the way,
And grace is freely given.
ML 07/10/1938