And day and night be all my care
To guard the sacred treasure there.
3 O, that I as a little child
May follow Thee, and never rest,
Till sweetly Thou hast breathed a mild
And lowly mind into my breast!
Nor ever may we parted be,
Till I become as one with Thee.
4 Still let Thy love point out my way;
How wondrous things that love hath wrought!