1
In our hearts celestial voices
Softly say:
"Day is passing, night is coming;
Kneel and pray,"

2
Father, we obey the summons;
Hear Our cry;
Pity us and help our weakness,
Thou Most High.

3
For the joys that most we cherish
Praised be Thou!
Good and gentle art Thou ever;
Hear us now.

4
Coming morrows we may never
Live to see;
All we ask Thee is to keep us,
Safe with Thee.

5
We are only little children
Kneeling here,
And we want our loving Father
Always near.

6
Take us in Thy arms and keep us
As Thine own;
Gather us like little sunbeams
Round Thy throne.