Tho’ I am but a lit­tle child,
The bless­èd Sav­ior, meek and mild,
From His bright home be­yond the skies,
Looks down on me with lov­ing eyes.

He hears me when I say my pray­er,
And watch­es me with kind­est care,
He knows when I a wrong act do,
It grieves Him, and it grieves me, too.

Then all my life I’ll give to Him,
And try to shun the road to sin,
And with His aid I’m sure to gain
That world so free from care and pain.

Then, Sav­ior, be with me thro’ life,
And aid me in the world’s fierce strife;
Oh, guide my youth­ful steps aright,
To that fair home for­ev­er bright.