hine,
Thine let our offspring be.
4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear;
Ye children, seek his face,
And fly with transport to receive
The blessings of his grace.
5 If orphans they are left behind,
God's guardian care we trust;
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,
If weeping o'er their dust.
666. C. M. Stennett.
Infants, living or dying, in the Arms of Christ.
1 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord,
With transport all-divine;
Thine image trace in every word,
Thy love in every line.
2 With joy, I see a thousand charms
Spread o'er thy lovely face;
While infants in thy tender arms
Receive the smiling grace.
3 "I take these little lambs," said he,
"And lay them on my breast;
Protection they shall find in me,--
In me be ever blest.
4 "Death may the bands of life unloose,
But can't dissolve my love;
Millions of infant souls compose
The family above."
5 His words, ye happy parents, hear,
And shout, with joys divine,
"Dear Saviour! all we have and are
Shall be forever thine."
667. L. M. W. Boston Coll.
Dedication of Children.
1 This child we dedicate to thee,
O God of grace and purity;
Shield it from sin and threatening wrong,
And let thy love its life prolong.
2 O, may thy Spirit gently draw
Its willing soul to keep thy law;
May virtue, piety and truth
Dawn even with its dawning youth.
3 Grant that, with true and faithful heart,
We too may act the Christian's part,
Cheered by each promise thou hast given,
And laboring for the prize in heaven.
668. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous.
Children commended to Christ.
1 Saviour, who thy flock art feeding
With the shepherd's kindest care,
All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs thy bosom share,--
2 Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in thy gracious arm;
There, we know--thy word believing,--
Only there, secure from harm.
3 Never, from thy pasture roving,
Let them be the lion's prey;
Let thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them all life's dangerous way.
4 Then within thy fold eternal
Let them find a resting-place;
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of thy grace.
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