Jesus, ho­ly, un­de­filed,
Listen to a lit­tle child;
Thou hast sent the glo­ri­ous light,
Chasing far the si­lent night.

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.

Now the lit­tle birds arise,
Chirping gai­ly in the skies;
Thee their tiny voic­es praise,
In the ear­ly songs they raise.

Thou, by whom the birds are fed,
Give to me my dai­ly bread;
And Thy Ho­ly Spir­it give,
Without whom I can­not live.