Lord, a lit­tle band and low­ly,
We are come to wor­ship Thee:
Thou art great and high and ho­ly,
Meek and hum­ble let us 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;
Let us on our way to Hea­ven,
There to sing a nob­ler song.