A little child the Savior came,
The Mighty God was still His name;
And angels worshiped as He lay
The seeming infant of a day.
He who, a little child, began
The life divine to show to man,
Proclaims from Heav’n 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.
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 Thou, who by an infant’s tongue
Dost hear Thy perfect glory sung,
May these, with all the heav’nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.