Thou who wast once a child,
Thy child­ren pray to Thee,
When e’er the day­light breaks,
Where’er we be.
Throughout the bu­sy day,
Preserve us, Lord, from sin,
And when Heav’n’s morn­ing breaks,
Oh, let us in.

In ev­ery dan­ger, Lord,
To Thee we lift our cry;
Oh, hear on land or sea,
And be Thou nigh.
When bright the light­nings flash,
Keep us from wild alarm;
Let none who trust in Thee;
Fear pain or harm.

Thou who the night of sleep,
And night of death hast known,
Console us, when we weep,
Our dead alone;
Guard us in sleep, in death,
And grant at last that we
May wake in end­less light
Thy face to see.