Almighty Fa­ther, heav’n­ly King!
Who rul’st the world above,
Accept the trib­ute child­ren bring
Of gra­ti­tude and love.

To Thee, each morn­ing, when we rise,
Our ear­ly vows we’ll pay;
And ere the night hath closed our eyes,
We thank Thee for the day.

Our Sav­ior, ev­er good and kind,
To us His Word has giv­en;
That child­ren, such as we, may find
A cer­tain path to Heav­en.

Stretch out, O Lord, Thy gra­cious hand,
To guide our err­ing youth;
And lead us to that bliss­ful land
Where dwells eter­nal truth.