Children praising the Lord.

LORD, a little band, and lowly, We are come to sing to thee; Thou art great, and high, and holy— Oh how solemn should we be!

Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus, And of heav'n, where he is gone; And let nothing ever please us He would grieve to look upon.

For we know the Lord of glory Always sees what children do, And is writing now the story Of our thoughts and actions, too.

Let our sins be all forgiven; Make us fear whate'er is wrong; Lead us on our way to heaven, There to sing a nobler song.