A Child’s Song

The little song I sing Thee,

O Sacred Heart! This morn,

Was sung by God’s bright angels

The night that Thou were born;

It floated oe'r the oxen

Within the manger low,

And died away in whispers

Above the winter snow.

The little song I sing Thee

Was sung that Easter Day

When came the joyous angels,

To draw the stone away,

To call Thee from Thy sleeping

Within the lonely tomb,

And in that hour lift us

From sin’s eternal gloom.

Hail, Sacred Heart of Jesus!

I sing it oe'r and oe'r:

Oh, make me strong to serve Thee,

Till Time shall be no more;

Oh, guard me, guide me, lead me,

Till dawns the happy day

When I may sit beside Thee,

And never go away!