Gentle Sav­ior, God of love,
Hear us from Thy throne above,
While we meet to praise Thee here,
In our In­fant class so dear.
May the les­sons we have heard
From Thy pure and ho­ly word,
Make us what we ought to be,
Lead Thy lit­tle lambs to Thee.

Jesus, Thou wert once a child,
Make us hum­ble, meek and mild.
Kindly fold us on Thy breast,
There Thy lit­tle lambs would rest.
In that hap­py world of light
Where the day is ev­er bright.
May our an­gel voic­es sing,
Glory! glo­ry! to our king!