1 I am so young, O Jesus,
I do not understand
The way my soul must journey
To reach the better land.
O tell me how to love Thee,
And what my "faith" must be:
Dear, gentle, patient Teacher,
Explain it all to me.

2 Is it to trust Thy promise,
And simply to believe.
Like trusting in my mother,
Whose love I would not grieve?
Her word is very precious,
And all in all to me;
Is this the "faith," dear Saviour,
That I may bring to Thee?

3 Thou lovest little children,
May I that love receive?
I long to be Thy dear one,
Wilt Thou my sin forgive?
I seem to hear a whisper,
"Yes, darling, come to Me."
Reach down Thy hand, dear Jesus,
And draw me close to Thee.