Christian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as He. . . . . For He is our childhood's pattern, Day by day like us He grew, He was little, weak, and helpless, Tears and smiles like us He knew; And He feeleth for our sadness, And He shareth in our gladness.
Cecil Frances AlexanderWe are but little children weak Nor born in any high estate. . . . . There's not a child so small and weak But has his little cross to take, His little work of love and praise That he may do for Jesus' sake.
Cecil Frances AlexanderHe gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well.
Cecil Frances AlexanderOnce in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a Mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed: Mary was that Mother mild Jesus Christ her little Child . . . With the poor, and mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our Savior Holy.
Cecil Frances AlexanderWhen the friends we love the best Lie in their churchyard bed, We must not cry too bitterly Over the happy dead.
Cecil Frances Alexander