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 Heavenly 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 Heaven, That Where He Is, There Also May I Be.