From the glorious heaven,
Where the angels are,
God looks down on children,
Seeth them afar.
Heareth all they ask for,
All the night and day;
Watches like a father,
All their work and play.
As a father giveth,
So He gives them bread;
Saves them out of danger,
Watches by their bed.
Tell all little children
Of His watchful care;
That He loves and pities,
Children everywhere.