I love to hear the story which angel voices tell,
How once the King of glory came down on earth to dwell.
I am both weak and sinful; but this I surely know,
The Lord came down to save me, because He loved me so.

I'm glad my blessèd Savior was once a child like me,
To show how pure and holy His little ones might be;
And, if I try to follow His footsteps here below,
He never will forget me, because He loves me so.

To sing His love and mercy my sweetest songs I'll raise;
And, though I cannot see Him, I know he hears my praise;
For He has kindly promised that even I may go
To sing among His angels, because He loves me so.