The Teacher Lord, who am I to teach the way To little children day by day, So prone myself to astray? I teach them knowledge, but I know How faint they flicker and how low The candles of my knowledge grow. I teach them power to will and do, But only now to learn anew My own great weakness through and through. I teach them love for all mankind And all God's creatures, but I find My love comes lagging far behind. Lord, if their guide I still must be, Oh, let the little children see The teacher leaning hard on Thee. Leslie Pinckney Hill