how the lord from heaven came

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.