A little child the Saviour came,
The Mighty God was still his Name,
And angels worshipped as he lay

The seeming infant of a day.
He who, a little child, began
The life divine to show to man,

Proclaims from heaven the message free,
'Let little children come to me.'
He who, a little child, once came

The life divine here to proclaim,
Declares from heaven the message free,
'Let little children come to me.'

We bring them, Lord, and with the sign
Of sprinkled water name them thine:
Their souls with saving grace endow;

Baptize them with thy Spirit now.
We bring them here, O Lord divine,
With sprinkled water as the sign;

Their souls with saving grace endow;
Baptize them with your Spirit now.
O give thine angels charge, good Lord,

Them safely in thy way to guard;
Thy blessing on their lives command,
And write their names upon thy hand.

O give your angels charge, good Lord,
Them safely in your way to guard;
Your blessing on their lives command,

And write their names upon your hand.
O thou who by an infant's tongue
Dost hear thy perfect glory sung,

May these, with all the heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
O Saviour, by an infant's tongue

You hear your perfect glory sung,
May these, with all the heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.