Verse 1
Jesus, to Thee my child I bring
His guardian, counseller, and guide,
Under the shadow of thy wing
His heedless innocency hide:
Hope in thy only help I have,
Thou wilt thy favour’d charge defend,
His soul from young Corrupters save,
And keep him spotless to the end.

Verse 2
While pleasure’s fairest baits allure,
With-hold his simpleness from sin,
From youthful lusts preserve him pure,
Pure in a cage of birds unclean;
In learned nurseries of vice,
When pride, and dire ambition reign,
And knowing at too dear a price,
They forfeit heaven, a Name to gain.

Verse 3
Hedge up his way with legal thorns,
With previous grace, and pious fear;
When to the right, or left he turns,
Let him thy warning Spirit hear,
Restrain’d from every outward ill,
From all iniquity depart,
Till Thou thy dying love reveal,
And stamp thy Name upon his heart.