7.7.7.6 [1397]St. Medan: Harm., William Henry Monk Refrain Thomas B. Pollock, 1871 Jesus, from thy throne on high, Far above the bright blue sky, Look on us with loving eye: Little children need not fear, When they know that thou art near: Thou dost love us, Savior dear: Little hearts may love thee well, Little lips thy love may tell, Little hymns thy praises swell: Little lives may be divine, Little deeds of love may shine, Little ones be wholly thine: Jesus, once an infant small, Cradled in the oxen's stall, Though the God and Lord of all: Once a child so good and fair, Feeling want, and toil, and care, All that we may have to bear: Jesus, thou dost love us still, And it is thy holy will That we should be safe from ill: Be thou with us every day, In our work and in our play, When we learn and when we pray: When we lie asleep at night, Ever may thy angels bright Keep us safe till morning light: Make us brave without a fear, Make us happy, full of cheer, Sure that thou art always near: May we prize our Christian name, May we guard it free from blame, Fearing all that causes shame: May we grow from day to day, Glad to learn each holy way, Ever ready to obey: May we ever try to be From all sinful tempers free, Pure and gentle, Lord, like thee: May our thoughts be undefiled, May our words be true and mild, Make us each a holy child: Jesus, Son of God most high, Who didst in a manger lie, Who upon the cross didst die: Jesus, from thy heavenly throne, Watching o'er each little one, Till our life on earth is done: Jesus, whom we hope to see Calling us in heaven to be Happy evermore with thee: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Amen. |