1 Father, though Thy Name be holy,
High and lifted up Thy throne,
Still, Thou stoopest to the lowly,
And wilt such with favour own.
Heav'nly Father, Heav'nly Father,
Let us worship Thee alone.
2 Heaven itself cannot contain Thee,
Bright and glorious as Thou art;
Yet a little child may claim Thee
As a dweller in his heart.
Let me not from Thee depart.
3 With Thy gracious presence cheer me,
Keep me in Thy perfect love;
All my journey be thou near me,
Bring me to Thy home above,
May I all Thy fulness prove!
Amen.Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #237