|1||Jesus was once a little child,
A little child like me;
Was cradled in His mother’s arms,
And sat upon her knee.
|2||Once He was just the age I am,
And was as helpless too;
He used to sleep, and walk, and speak,
Just as all children do.
|3||And yet, though He was once a Child,
He is the God of all;
And angel hosts before His Throne
In lowly worship fall.
|4||And why was it He chose to be
A Child so poor and weak?
It was that I might learn from Him
How blessèd are the meek;
|5||It was that I might learn from Him
My parents to obey,
And, like the Child of Nazareth,
Grow holier every day. Amen.