I love to hear the story how the Lord from Heaven came And did not fear to visit men in all their sin and shame; But touched the sick and made them well, the blind and they did see, And said of little children, “Suffer them to come to Me.”
I love to think of Jesus as my gentle Shepherd Lord Who leads in heav’nly pastures those who love to hear His Word; And when I am in sorrow, and sore trouble makes me fear, I hear Him say: “Be not afraid, My child, for I am near!”
I love to speak to Him alone in words of song and prayer In darkest night and roughest way, for He is with me there; And so He guides me that each day I may not fail to see The way to Heav’n, that where He is, there also may I be.
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