1 Lord, do not leave me!
I'm but a little child.
Weak, poor, and sin defiled,
Afraid, alone;
But Thou art strong and wise,
No ill can Thee surprise;
Beneath Thy loving eyes
Danger is none.

2 If Thou my guide wilt be,
Gladly I'll go with Thee;--
No harm can come to me
Holding Thy hand;
And soon my weary feet
Safe in the golden street,
Where all who love Thee meet,
Redeem'd shall stand.