Into her chamber went
A little girl one day,
And by a chair she knelt,
And thus began to pray: --

|Jesus, my eyes I close,
Thy form I cannot see;
If Thou art near me, Lord,
I pray Thee to speak to me.|

A still, small voice she heard within her soul --
|What is it child? I hear thee; tell the whole.|

|I pray thee, Lord,| she said,
|That Thou wilt condescend
To tarry in my heart
And ever be my Friend.

|The path of life is dark,
I would not go astray;
Oh, let me have Thy hand
To lead me in the way.|

|Fear not; I will not leave thee, child, alone.|
She thought she felt a soft hand press her own.

|They tell me, Lord, that all
The living pass away;
The aged soon must die,
And even children may.

|Oh, let my parents live
Till I a woman grow;
For if they die, what can
A little orphan do?|

|Fear not, my child; whatever ill may come
I'll not forsake thee till I bring thee home.|

Her little prayer was said,
And from her chamber now
She passed forth with the light
Of heaven upon her brow.

|Mother, I've seen the Lord,
His hand in mine I felt,
And, oh, I heard Him say,
As by my chair I knelt --

|'Fear not, my child; whatever ill may come
I'll not forsake thee till I bring thee home.'|