To Thee, O God in Heaven,
This little one we bring;
Giving to Thee what Thou hast giv’n,
Our dearest offering.
Into a world of toil
These little feet will roam,
Where sin its purity may soil,
Where care and grief may come.
Oh, let Thy Word of Love,
With influence serene,
Come down, like water, from above,
To comfort and make clean!