The Savior’s Care

Tho’ I am but a lit­tle child

The bless­èd Sav­ior

meek and mild

From His bright home be­yond the skies

Looks down on me with lov­ing eyes.

He hears me when I say my pray­er

And watch­es me with kind­est care

He knows when I a wrong act do

It grieves Him

and it grieves me

too.

Then all my life I’ll give to Him

And try to shun the road to sin

And with His aid I’m sure to gain

That world so free from care and pain.

Then

Sav­ior

be with me thro’ life

And aid me in the world’s fierce strife;

Oh

guide my youth­ful steps aright

To that fair home for­ev­er bright.