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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.
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