572 Jesus, who calledst little ones to Thee,

1 Jesus, who calledst little ones to Thee, To Thee I come; O take my hand in Thine, and speak to me, And lead me home; Lest from the path of life my feet should stray, And Satan prowling make Thy lamb his prey. 2 I love to think that Thou with holy feet My path hast trod; Along life's common lanes and dusty street Hast walked with God; On Mary's bosom drawn an infant's breath, And served Thy parents dear at Nazareth. 3 O gentle Jesus, make this heart of mine, So full of sin, As holy, harmless, undefiled, as Thine, And dwell therein; Then God my Father I, like Thee, shall know, And grow in wisdom as in strength I grow. 4 To Thee, my Savior, then, with morning light Glad songs I'll raise, My saddest hours and darkest shall be bright With silent praise; And should my work or play my thoughts employ, Thy will shall be my law, Thy love my joy.