From the recording In the Midst of the Assembly


Father, Help Us Raise Our Children

Little children, from above,
Sent to us with joy and love,
Bring a hope so clear and bright,
Father, help us raise them right.

O how tender is the sight:
Little ones in bed at night,
Parents praying at their feet,
"Father, keep them pure and sweet."

Little children soon are grown;
Can they face the world alone?
As they strive and struggle through,
Father, let them turn to You.

When our time to go draws near,
We may leave our children here;
To the new land, far away,
Father, bring them home some day.