Lamb of God, I look to Thee,
Who in love did’st die for me:
Son of God, who art on high,
Let a little child draw nigh.
Heavenly Father, for His sake,
Me so frail, more like Him make:
He was pitiful and kind,
Let me have His loving mind.
Of Thy Spirit, Lord, I need,
In my heart with power to plead,
Give the words I have to say;
Without Him I cannot pray.
Jesus, Saviour, God of love,
Hear me from Thy throne above;
And with favor me behold,
As Thou didst in days of old.
ML 01/01/1922