1 O holy Lord, content to fill
In lowly home the lowliest place,
Thy childhood’s law a mother’s will,
Obedience meek thy brightest grace;
2 Lead every child that bears thy Name
To walk in thine own guileless way,
To dread the touch of sin and shame,
And humbly, like thyself, obey. A-men.
3 Gather thy lambs within thine arm,
And gently in thy bosom bear;
Keep them, O Lord, from hurt and harm,
And bid them rest forever there.
4 So shall they waiting here below,
Like thee their Lord, a little span,
In wisdom and in stature grow,
And favor with both God and man.