Verse 1
Ah! Lord, we must with shame confess,
Tho’ Thou art ready still to bless,
Few in their harmless infancy
Will let their babes be brought to Thee:
We tremble lest thy gracious touch
Shoud make them righteous over much,
Defeat our worldly hopes and aim
And brand them with their Master’s shame.
Verse 2
We fear, lest when thy grace or’epowers,
Our children shoud be thine, not ours,
Shoud unto God their hearts resign,
And only seek the things Divine:
We never shall devote our race,
Or yield them up to thine embrace,
Or’ewhelm’d with our own misery,
Unless we come ourselves to Thee.