Mass Hymn

Just like a child who trusts his father dear
and who delights to feel his presence near,
just like a child whose mind has not a doubt
and whose heart is never proud.

Here I come, O Lord,
here I come, just like a child. {2}

Just like a child so weak he cannot stand,
but who holds firm and tight his mother’s hand.
just like a child who sings in bright daylight,
fearing not the long dark night.

Just like a child that guilty deeds oppress
with mind and heart in trouble and distress,
who throws himself into his mother’s arms,
sure she’ll free him from his qualms.