Classic Poem

WE little children sing,
In one united lay,
Our grateful tribute bring,
To praise the Lord to-day;
The Saviour loves to hear our voice,
And bids us in his grace rejoice.

How blest that we were born
Upon this Christian shore,
Where, on each Sabbath morn,
We can thy name adore—
And find thy word, so pure, so sweet,
A lantern to our youthful feet.

Lord, spare our pastor dear,
For many coming days,
Long may he guide us here,
In wisdom's pleasant ways,
Confirm the good—with sinners plead,
And all thy people duly feed.

When all our days are done,
And we are called to die,
Accepted through thy Son,
May we ascend on high—
And there, with all our teachers too,
Repeat the song forever new.