Whate’er betide, Thou knowest best!
Not wealth I crave, its unseen “wings”
Rank it amid earth’s baseless things;
Not on the scroll of worldly fame
I ask to write this well-loved name;
One book I know than all more fair,
The “Book of Life,” oh! write it there.
Saviour of little ones, I bring
To Thee this priceless offering,
This one sweet lamb, nor let her stray