In Many A Little Village

In Many A Little Village,
In Many A City Great,
The Rich Men, And The Noble,
And Men Of Poor State,
Are Entering This Morning
The Father’s House Of Prayer
And Wheresoever They See Him,
We Know That He Is There.

And We, His Little Children,
Are Gathered Here To Day;
Our School Room Is The Temple
In Which We Meet And Pray:
It Is The Gate Of Heaven,
It Is The House Of God
For He Himself Is Present,
According To His Word.

Lord, Make Us Really Sorry
As We Our Sins Confess,
And May We Feel Thee Near Us,
To Pardon And To Bless:
Oh, Purify, Dear Saviour,
Our Naughty Hearts To-Day,
That Gladly We May Praise Thee,
And Humbly We May Pray!

And When Thy Servant Speaketh
Thy Word That Thou Hast Given,
May We Receive It Gladly
A Message Sent From Heaven:
And As We Humbly Listen,
Do Thou To Each Heart Speak
A Word To Bring Us Gladness
Throughout The Coming Week.

Here May We Learn To Please Thee
In Work-Time And At Play
To Seek Thee And To Serve Thee,
To Love Thy Holy Day:
Thus Bless Our Children’s Service,
And Fill Us With Thy Grace,
And Make Each Heart Thy Temple,
Thy Earthly Dwelling-Place.