Just four days old, our God hath given,
The little spirit newly fledged,
Just from our Father’s hand in Heaven.
Like a bright sunbeam thou art come,
To cheer and bless our earthly home.
No word ever fell from the dear little lips,
So sweet and so ruby; so guileless and mute.
God teach thee the language of love, my sweet babe:
May glad songs of Jesus pour forth from thy lute.
When fresh buds of thought are early unfolding,