Children stand in life's rough way, Father, guide them; And we know not what of harm May betide them; 'Neath the shadow of thy wing, Father, hide them; Waking, sleeping, Lord, we pray, Go beside them. When in prayer we cry to Thee, Thou wilt hear them; From the stains of sin and shame Thou wilt clear them; Mid the quick sands and the rocks Thou will steer them; In temptation, trial and grief Be Thou near them. Unto Thee we give them up; Lord, receive them; In the world we know must be Much to grieve them; Many striving oft and strong To deceive them: Trustful, in thy hands of love We must leave them.