Lord, a little band, and lowly
1 Lord, a little band, and lowly,
We are come to sing to Thee;
Thou art great, and high, and holy—
Oh, how solemn we should be! Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus,
And of heaven where He has gone;
And let nothing ever please us
He would grieve to look upon.
2 For we know the Lord of glory
Always sees what children do,
And is writing now the story
Of our thoughts and actions, too. Let our sins be all forgiven;
Make us fear whatever is wrong;
Let us on our way to heaven,
There to sing a nobler song.