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 05/19/1918