Childhood’s Years Are Passing o’er Us

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.

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.

Hark! it is the Sav­ior call­ing:

Little child­ren

fol­low Me!

Jesus! keep our feet from fall­ing;

Teach us all to fol­low Thee.

Soon we part—it may be nev­er

Never here to meet again;

Oh to meet in Heav’n for ev­er!

Oh

the crown of life to gain.