Words by CECIL F. ALEXANDER
Music by HENRY J. GAUNTLETT
3. Jesus is our childhood’s pattern,
Day by day like us He grew;
He was little, weak and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us He knew:
And He fee leth for our sadness,
And He shareth in our gladness.
4. And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heav’n above:
And He leads His children on
To the place where He is gone.