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.