I love to think, though I am young, My Saviour was a child ; That Jesus walked this earth along, With feet all undefined.
2. He kept His Father's word of truth, As I am taught to do ; And while He walked the paths of youth, He walked in wisdom too.
3. I love to think that He who spake, And made the blind to see, And called the sleeping dead to wake, Was once a child like me.
4. That He who wore the thorny crown, And tasted death's despair, Had a kind mother like my own, And knew her love and care.
5. I know 'twas all for love of me That He became a child, And left the heavens so fair to see, And trod earth's pathway wild.
6. Then, Saviour, who wast once a child, A child may come to Thee ; And oh, in all Thy mercy mild, Dear Saviour, come to me !