“Though I’m but a little thing,
To my Saviour I will sing,
Songs of praise to Him I’ll bring,
For all His love to me.
“O how good it was and kind,
Leaving His bright home behind,
Down He came to seek and find
Such little ones as me.
“And upon the cross He bore
All my sins and thousands more,
And His pain and grief were sore,
In His great love to me.”
ML 03/08/1936