To Thee, O God in Hea’vn,
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!