Little Jesus, I would love Thee, Thou my glory, treasure be! Take my will, let it obey Thee, let me serve Thee constantly. O Child of peerless beauty, whom angels glorify, You radiate the glory, that comes from God most High! O Child, O clearest image of God’s most tender love, that sinners dare to praise You, whom angels laud above. O raise the song again and sing love’s sweet refrain; to Jesus, dearest Child, so innocent and mild, let sweetest hymns resound. Awake and sing to Him, with angels, cherubim. In awe they see God’s [...]