1 Jesus was once a little child,
A little child like me;
Was cradled in His mother’s arms
And sat upon her knee.
2 Once He was just the age I am,
And was as helpless, too;
He used to sleep, and walk, and speak,
Just as all children do.
3 And yet, though He was once a child,
He is the God of all;
And angel hosts before His throne
In lowly worship fall.
4 And why was it He chose to be
A child so poor and weak?
It was that I might learn from Him
How blessèd are the meek.
5 It was that I might learn from Him
My parents to obey,
And, like the Child of Nazareth,
Grow holier every day.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16468