1 Thou who wast once a child, Thy children pray to Thee,
When e’er the daylight breaks, where’er we be.
Throughout the busy day, preserve us, Lord, from sin,
And when Heav’n’s morning breaks, oh, let us in.

2 In every danger, Lord, to Thee we lift our cry;
Oh, hear on land or sea, and be Thou nigh.
When bright the lightnings flash, keep us from wild alarm;
Let none who trust in Thee; fear pain or harm.

3 Thou who the night of sleep, and night of death hast known,
Console us, when we weep, our dead alone;
Guard us in sleep, in death, and grant at last that we
May wake in endless light Thy face to see.