To Thee, O God in heaven,

This little one we bring,

Giving to Thee what Thou hast given,

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.

O, then, let Thy pure love,

With influence serene,

Come down, like water, from above,

To comfort and make clean!