Verse 1
I will with other children bless,
With sudden infinite increase
Thy long-lamented loss repair;
Straitned for more and larger room
Thy children unto thee shall come,
And ask thy kind maternal care.

Verse 2
Then shalt thou say with glad surprize,
Who gave me these to bless mine eyes,
The widow’s mournful heart to chear?
They come, begotten from above,
Dear pledges of my Jesu’s love,
They all the sons of God appear!

Verse 3
I had my former children lost,
A captive sad, by tempests tost,
I wandred to and fro distrest;
But in my desolate state I see
A new succeeding progeny
Who rise and call their Father blest:

Verse 4
Where have they been in secret bred?
The Lord preserv’d a faithful seed
Their great preserver to proclaim,
His truth and love to glorify,
Apostate Israel’s place supply,
And spread thro’ earth the Christian name.