And was my Saviour once a child—
A little child like me?
And was He humble, meek, and mild,
As little ones should be?
O, why did not the Son of God
Come as an angel bright?
And why not leave His fair abode,
To come with power and might?
Because He came not then to reign
As Sovereign here below;
He came to save our souls from sin,
Whence all our sorrows flow.
And did the Son of God most high
Consent a man to be?
And did that blessed Saviour die
Upon the cross for me?
And did my Saivour freely give,
His life for sinful men?
What! did He die that we might live?
O! how He loved us then!
Accept, O dear redeeming Lord,
An infant’s humble praise:
Teach me to love Thy holy Word,
And serve Thee all my days.
ML 08/06/1944