Great God, And Wilt Thou Condescend
To Be My Father And My Friend ?
I A Poor Child, And Thou So High,
The Lord Of Earth, And Air, And Sky ?

Art Thou My Father ? Canst Thou Bear
To Hear My Poor Imperfect Prayer ?
Or Wilt Thou Listen To The Praise
That Such A Little One Can Raise ?

Art Thou My Father ? Let Me Be
A Meek, Obedient Child To Thee;
And Try In Word, And Deed, And Thought,
To Serve And Please Thee As I Ought.

Art Thou My Father ? I’ll Depend
Upon The Care Of Such A Friend ;
And Only Wish To Do And Be
Whatever Seemeth Good To Thee.

Art Thou My Father ? Then At Last,
When All My Days On Earth Are Past,
Send Down And Take Me In Thy Love
To Be Thy Better Child Above.