As Helpless As A Child Who Clings

As helpless as a child who clings Fast to his Father’s arm And casts his weakness on the strength That keeps him safe from harm: So I, my Father, cling to Thee, And thus I every hour Would link my earthly feebleness To Thine almighty power.

As trustful as a child who looks Up in his mother’s face, And all his little griefs and fears Forgets in her embrace: So I to Thee, my Saviour, look, And in Thy face divine Can read the love that will sustain As weak a faith as mine.

As loving as a child who sits Close by his parent’s knee, And knows no want while he can have That sweet society: So sitting at Thy feet, my heart Would all its love outpour, And pray that Thou wouldst teach me, Lord, To love Thee more and more.