"O Christ The Child"

O Christ The Child

Author Unknown

You little children in whose eyes

the undimmed light of heaven

glows,

Whose dreams are bright of para-

dise,

Whose thoughts are whiter than the

snows,

From holy lips and undefiled

Breathe your soft prayers like Christ

the Child.

And you whose thinning looks are

spent

With unreturning autumn's rime,

Whose forms, like wind worn trees,

are bent

Beneath the heavy storms of time.

Take Christ the Child to be your

guide

Past the dim shoal where shadows

hide.

Oh, saving hands; oh, thou that hears

An earthly mother's lullabies,

Who sharest all our doubts and fears,

Whose bosom trembles to our sighs,

Teach us thy gospel pure and mild.

Make us like thee, O Christ the Child!