I Love To Think, Though I Am Young,
My Saviour Was A Child ;
That Jesus Walked This Earth Along,
With Feet All Undefined.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 !