Childhood's years are passing over us

Verse 1

Childhood’s years are passing o’er us: Soon our school days will be done; Cares and sorrows lie before us, Hidden dangers, snares unknown.

Verse 2

Oh! may He, who, meek and lowly, Trod Himself this vale of woe, Make us His, and keep us holy— Guard and guide us while we go.

Verse 3

Hark! it is the Savior calling: Little children, follow Me! Jesus! keep our feet from falling; Teach us all to follow Thee.

Verse 4

Soon we part—it may be never, Never here to meet again; Oh to meet in Heaven for ever! Oh, the crown of life to gain.