1 Jesus, holy, undefiled, Listen to a little child; Thou hast sent the glorious light, Chasing far the silent night. 2 Thou hast sent the sun to shine O'er this glorious world of Thine; Warmth to give and pleasant glow On each tender flower below. 3 Now the little birds arise, Chirping gaily in the skies; Thee their tiny voices praise In the early songs they raise. 4 Thou, by whom the birds are fed, Give to me my daily bread; And Thy Holy Spirit give, Without whom I cannot live. 5 Make me, Lord, obedient, mild, As becomes a little child; All day long, in every way, Teach me what to do and say. 6 Make me, Lord, in work and play, Thine more truly every day; And when Thou at last shall come, Take me to Thy heavenly home.