Infant So Gentle

Infant so gen­tle

So pure and so sweet

Love from Thy ho­ly eyes

Children doth greet.

Tend’rest words fail all

Thy beau­ty to show

We must ad­ore Thee

If Thee we would know.

Infant so gen­tle

So pure and so sweet

See all the child­ren who

Kneel at Thy feet.

Grant them Thy bless­ing

O Ba­by di­vine

Lead them un­to Thee

And make them all Thine.