Classic Poem

Father of Mercy, God of Love!
I lift my eyes to thee;
Among thy blessed babes above,
Wilt thou place me?

Imploring blessings on my head,
My parents bend the knee,
While angels hover round my bed,
And watch o'er me.

O may my every wish and thought
Be filled with love to Thee,
Who with thy Son's dear blood hath bought
Poor babes like me!

Father of Mercy, God of Love,
Lord of all purity!
Among thy blessed saints above,
Wilt thou place me?