For every Child I teach today.
That each small face may be to me
A cherished photograph of Thee.
With patient sweetness let me guide
Each precious soul with love and pride
That when I make their record sheet
No space may be left incomplete.
Then grant me grace, each mind to give
A clear-marked rule by which to live.
And then; Dear Father I beseech,
That I may keep the rule I teach.
Annes Place