1 To Thee, O God in heaven,
This little one we bring,
Giving to Thee what Thou hast given,
Our dearest offering.

2 Into a world of toil
These little feet will roam,
Where sin its purity may soil,
Where care and grief may come.

3 O, then, let Thy pure love,
With influence serene,
Come down, like water, from above,
To comfort and make clean!