1 Only the childlike find the way
Into the realm of perfect day;
No other wisdom 'neath the skies,
Ever will open our blinded eyes.

Chorus:
Sweetly trust, simply trust,
Light will come to thee;
Tho' by earthly shadows blinded,
Thou shalt surely see.

2 Only the childlike find the door
Into the fold when tempests roar,
Where safely rest the sheltered sheep,
Tho' icy blasts o'er the mountains sweep. [Chorus]

3 Only the childlike rest secure,
Holding the anchor safe and sure,
When on the waters dark and deep,
Trusting the Hand that will ever keep. [Chorus]