When Jesus Came Long Years Ago


When Jesus came, long years ago,
A little child was he,
And all that children feel and know,
He knows and feels for me.

In joy or fear to him I call,
He leads me day by day;
His heart can understand it all,
What I can never say.

His love will shelter and defend,
And ever grows more dear;
I never am without a Friend,
For Jesus Christ is near.

What precious treasure can I bring?
What labor of my hands?
A faithful, humble following
Is all his love demands.