1 Into her chamber went
A little child one day,
And by her chair she knelt,
And thus began to pray:

Chorus:
Jesus, my eyes are closed,
Thy form I cannot see--
If Thou art near me, Lord,
Wilt Thou not speak to me?

2 I pray Thee, Lord, she said,
That Thou wilt condescend
To stay within my heart,
And ever be my Friend;

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