O Father of my Saviour, hear!
A little child to Thee draws near;
For He has washed me from my sin,
Opened the door, and called me in.
He says that Thou wilt let me be?
For all eternity with Thee;
In Him, beloved, my peaceful heart
Says, “Thou, O God, my Father art.”
Thy blessed Son, Thou lov’st so well,
Prepares my home where I shall dwell,
And sing why God in love has smiled
Upon a little sinful child.
And when He calls me home above,
Where saints and angels praise His love,
My Father, though a babe I be,
Will give a little harp to me.
I’ll sing Thy love which Jesus gave,
From all my sins my soul to save;
I’ll sing His love upon the tree,
Not to forget a babe like me.
I’ll sing about the Spirit, too,
Whose love my heart to Jesus drew;
And made it, though so full of sin,
The temple which He dwells within.
Lord, teach me by such love as this,
Until I reach that home of bliss,
In every little thought and way,
To seek to please Thee all the day.
ML 01/20/1918