I love to hear the story which angel voices tell,
How once
the King of glory came down on earth to dwell.
I am both weak
and sinful; but this I surely know,
The Lord came down to
save me, because He loved me so.
I¡¦m glad my blessèd
Saviour was once a child like me,
To show how pure and holy
His little ones might be;
And, if I try to follow His
footsteps here below,
He never will forget me, because He
loves me so.
To sing His love and mercy my sweetest songs
I¡¦ll raise;
And, though I cannot see Him, I know he hears my
praise;
For He has kindly promised that even I may go
To
sing among His angels, because He loves me so.