1 The flowers now awaken, refreshed by morning dew,
The happy birds are allying tot each other,
The little snail begins to meander anew,
And children awake to greet their mother.

2 Our loving God and Father the smallest worm is near,
He feeds the birds and lilies clothes with splendor;
The children of the earth are to Him must more dear,
He quiets their fears with mercy tender.

3 God's Son, Himself a Babe, in a lowly manger lay,
And hay and straw was for His comfort given,
Now with the little children He cometh to stay,
And flowers he bringeth them from heaven.

4 Our Savior loves the children, He is a Friend so true,
The little babe He bringeth to His Father;
He who commands the billows and rules the heaven's blue,
Will into His arms the children gather.

5 O Lord, who once hast blessed us and opened Paradise,
Some morning bright we Thee shall meet up yonder;
Thou taughtest us to pray and to Thee lift our eyes,
We praise Thee and at Thy mercy wonder.