Little Jesus, I would love Thee,
Thou my glory, treasure be!
Take my will, let it obey Thee,
let me serve Thee constantly.

O Child of peerless beauty,
whom angels glorify,
You radiate the glory,
that comes from God most High!
O Child, O clearest image
of God’s most tender love,
that sinners dare to praise You,
whom angels laud above.

O raise the song again
and sing love’s sweet refrain;
to Jesus, dearest Child,
so innocent and mild,
let sweetest hymns resound.

Awake and sing to Him,
with angels, cherubim.
In awe they see God’s Son,
adore that blessed One.
Awake and join their song.