1 Within the temple's hallowed walls,
How meekly sat the Holy Child,
And listened when the doctors taught,
And meekly questioned soft and mild.
2 He did His Father's work betimes,
He loved within His courts to stay,
While three long days the Mother trod
Along her weary homeward way.
3 Oh! shame on any Christian child
Who does not love the house of prayer;
Who goes with cold, unwilling heart,
To serve his Heavenly Father there:
4 Who takes no heed when holy words
Are spoken to his listless ears,
Nor ever questions in his heart,
What mean the sacred things he hears.
5 Come let him learn what Jesus did,
And love to trace, with wondering eyes,
His perfect works, His holy ways,
Who was in early years so wise.
6 And let him ask of God in heaven,
A spirit teachable and mind,
A simple heart to learn and love,
Like Jesus, that sweet, Holy Child.