Thomas Benson Pollock (1836–1896)

JESU, from Thy throne on high,

Far above the bright blue sky,

Look on us with loving eye,

Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Little children need not fear

When they know that Thou art near,

Thou dost love us, Saviour dear,

Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Little lambs may come to Thee;

Thou wilt fold us tenderly,

And our careful Shepherd be,

Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Little lives may be divine,

Little deeds of love may shine,

Little ones be wholly Thine,

Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Little hearts may love Thee well,

Little lips Thy love may tell;

Little hymns Thy praises swell,

Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Jesu, once an infant small,

Cradled in the oxen’s stall,

Though the God and Lord of all,

Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Once a child so good and fair,

Feeling want and toil and care,

All that we may have to bear,

Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Jesu, Thou dost love us still,

And it is Thy holy will

That we should be safe from ill:

Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Fold us to Thy loving breast,

There may we, in happy rest,

Feel that we indeed are blest:

Hear us, Holy Jesu.