jesus holy undefiled

jesus, holy, undefiled,
listen to a little child;
thou hast sent the glorious light,
chasing far the silent night.

thou hast sent the sun to shine,
o’er this glorious world of thine;
warmth to give and pleasant glow,
on each tender flow’r below.

now the little birds arise,
chirping gaily in the skies;
thee their tiny voices praise,
in the early songs they raise.

thou, by whom the birds are fed,
give to me my daily bread;
and thy holy spirit give,
without whom i cannot live.