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.