1 Lord, a little band, and lowly, We are come to sing to Thee; Thou art great, and high, and holy— Oh, how solemn we should be! Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus, And of heaven where He has gone; And let nothing ever please us He would grieve to look upon. 2 For we know the Lord of glory Always sees what children do, And is writing now the story Of our thoughts and actions, too. Let our sins be all forgiven; Make us fear whatever is wrong; Let us on our way to heaven, There to sing a nobler song.