A lit­tle child the Sav­ior came,
The Migh­ty God was still His name;
And an­gels wor­shiped as He lay
The seem­ing in­fant of a day.

He who, a lit­tle child, be­gan
The li­fe di­vine to show to man,
Proclaims from Heav’n the mes­sage free;
Let lit­tle child­ren come to Me.

We bring them, Lord, and with the sign
Of sprin­kled wa­ter name them Thine;
Their souls with sav­ing grace en­dow;
Baptize them with Thy Spir­it now.

O give Thine an­gels charge, good Lord,
Them safe­ly in Thy way to guard;
Thy bless­ing on their lives com­mand,
And write their names up­on Thy hand.

O Thou, who by an in­fant’s tongue
Dost hear Thy per­fect glo­ry sung,
May these, with all the heav’n­ly host,
Praise Fa­ther, Son, and Ho­ly Ghost.