Childhood’s years are passing o’er us:
Soon our school days will be done;
Cares and sorrows lie before us,
Hidden dangers, snares unknown.
Oh! may He, who, meek and lowly,
Trod Himself this vale of woe,
Make us His, and keep us holy—
Guard and guide us while we go.
Hark! it is the Savior calling:
Little children, follow Me!
Jesus! keep our feet from falling;
Teach us all to follow Thee.
Soon we part—it may be never,
Never here to meet again;
Oh to meet in Heaven for ever!
Oh, the crown of life to gain.