Sweet it is for child like me

1 Sweet it is for child like me,
Blessed Lord, to think of Thee,
For our sake so lowly made,
And in Bethlehem's manger laid.

2 Of the Virgin Mary born,
Thou wilt not an infant scorn,
Wrapped in swaddling clothes wast Thou,
Throned in highest glory now.

3 Laid in helplessness to rest,
Pillowed upon Mary's breast,
Thou, whose everlasting Arms
Fold us all secure from harms.

4 What can little ones like me
Find to offer unto Thee?
Only of Thy bounty fed,
Suppliants for our daily bread.

5 Saviour, from Thy Word I learn
There are gifts Thou wilt not spurn--
Gifts that little ones may bring
To their Brother and their King.

6 Childlike heart of truth shall be
Dearer gift than gold to Thee,
And its prayer and psalm shall rise
Like sweet incense to the skies.

7 Teach me then Thy steps to trace,
Jesus, full of truth and grace,
All Thy footsteps as a child,
Holy, harmless, undefiled.

Amen.

Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #243