Jesus, Holy, Undefiled

Jesus

ho­ly

un­de­filed

Listen to a lit­tle child;

Thou hast sent the glo­ri­ous light

Chasing far the si­lent night.

Thou hast sent the sun to shine

O’er this glo­ri­ous world of Thine;

Warmth to give and plea­sant glow

On each ten­der flow­er be­low.

Now the lit­tle birds arise

Chirping gai­ly in the skies;

Thee their ti­ny voic­es praise

In the ear­ly songs they raise.

Thou

by whom the birds are fed

Give to me my dai­ly bread;

And Thy Ho­ly Spir­it give

Without whom I can­not live.