Wilt Thou hear the voice of praise
Which the lit­tle child­ren raise,
Thou who art, from end­less days,
Glorious God of all?
While the circ­ling year has sped,
Thou hast hea­ven­ly bless­ings shed,
Like the dew, up­on each head;
Still on Thee we call.

Still Thy con­stant care be­stow;
Let us each in wis­dom grow,
And in fa­vor while be­low,
With the God above.
In our hearts the Spi­rit mild,
Which adorned the Sav­ior child,
Gently soothe each im­pulse wild
To the sway of love.

Thine ex­am­ple, kept in view,
Jesus, help us to pur­sue;
Lead us all our jour­ney through
By Thy guid­ing hand;
And when life on earth is o’er,
Where the blest dwell ev­er­more,
May we praise Thee and ad­ore,
An un­brok­en band.