Fold Thy Hands In Prayer My Child


Fold thy hands in prayer, my child,
Gently bow thine head;
To our glorious God in heaven
Children’s prayers are said;
And the Angels pure and fair
Bow before His presence there.

Close thine eyes in prayer, my child,
Close thy roving eyes;
Wandering looks would fill thine heart
With all vanities.
Kneeling to the King of kings,
Would thou gaze on earthly things?

Guard thine heart in prayer, my child,
Closely guard thine heart,
Lest with holy, earnest thoughts
Bad ones have their part:
When we to our Father pray
Let us mean the things we say.

Amen.