8.7.
1
Lord, a little band and lowly,
We are come to worship Thee:
Thou art great, and high, and holy;
Meek and humble let us be.
2
Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus,
And of heaven, where He is gone;
And let nothing ever please us
He would grieve to look upon.
3
For we know the Lord of glory
Always sees what children do,
And is writing now the story,
Of our thoughts and actions too.
4
Let our sins be all forgiven;
Make us fear whate’er is wrong;
Lead us on our way to heaven,
There to sing a nobler song.
