CH1941, Hymn #426

Verse 1
O holy Lord, content to fill
In lowly home the lowliest place;
Thy childhood's law, a mother's will;
Obedience meek, Thy brightest grace.

Verse 2
Lead every child that bears Thy name
To walk in Thine own guileless way,
To dread the touch of sin and shame,
And humbly, like Thyself, obey.

Verse 3
So shall we, waiting here below,
Like Thee, our Lord, a little span,
In wisdom and in stature grow,
And favor with both God and man.