1 Jesus, holy, undefiled,
Listen to a little child;
Thou hast sent the glorious light,
Chasing far the silent night.
2 Thou hast sent the sun to shine
O'er this glorious world of Thine;
Warmth to give and pleasant glow
On each tender flower below.
3 Now the little birds arise,
Chirping gaily in the skies;
Thee their tiny voices praise
In the early songs they raise.
4 Thou, by whom the birds are fed,
Give to me my daily bread;
And Thy Holy Spirit give,
Without whom I cannot live.
5 Make me, Lord, obedient, mild,
As becomes a little child;
All day long, in every way,
Teach me what to do and say.
6 Help me never to forget
That in Thy great Book is set
All that children think and say,
For the awful Judgment Day.
7 Let me never say a word
That will make Thee angry, Lord,
Help me so to live in love,
As Thine angels do above.
8 Make me, Lord, in work and play,
Thine more truly every day;
And when Thou at last shall come,
Take me to Thy heavenly home.
Source: Sunday School Book: containing liturgy and hymns for the Sunday School (Rev. and Enl. Ed.) #133
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