1 I am but a little lamb,
Yet I know the way,
Leading up to heav'n above,
Where the angels stay.
When at night I lay me down,
I'm beneath his care;
He can hear my little voice,
When I say my pray'r.
2 If he hears a little child,
And regards my plea,
Will he not the older ones?
Let them come and see.
Jesus, while he was on earth,
Bless'd both small and great,
And in heav'n, with crowns for all,
Doth he loving wait.