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.