O eyes that open to the light,
Look straight to Heav'n with glances bright
And beam out thanks to God above
That He has blessed us with His love.
O little hands be quick to share
The praise, and fold yourselves in prayer.
An infant’s prayer must ever rise,
A grateful incense to the skies.
O little mind, so weak, distraught,
Choose thou for subjoct of thy thought
The loving God, who through the night
Has kept His little child in sight.
Open, O little lips, proclaim
The Father’s love, and bless His name,
And then a glad “good morning” sound
To all the dear companions round.
