How kind is the Saviour, how great is his love!

To bless little children, he came from above;

He left holy angels, and their bright abode,

To dwell here with children, and teach them the road.

He wept in the garden, and died on the tree,

To open a fountain for sinners like me:

His blood is that fountain which pardon bestows,

And cleanses the foulest wherever it flows.

He went back to glory; but left us His Word,

Which oft from our teachers and pastors we’ve heard;

He sends forth His Spirit our hearts to inflame,

With joy to His service, and love to His name.

O help us, blest Jesus, more sweetly to praise,

And walk in Thy footsteps the rest of our days;

Then raise us, dear Saviour, to taste of Thy love,

And praise Thee for ever with angels above!