A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship ‎#378

378. Death of the Young

1 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord!
With transport all divine;
Thine image trace in every word,--
Thy love in every line.

2 Methinks 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 lambs," said he,
"And lay them in 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 "Their feeble frames my power shall raise,
And mould with heavenly skill:
I'll give them tongues to sing my praise,
And hands to do my will."

6 His words the happy parents hear,
And shout, with joys divine,
Dear Savior, all we have and are
Shall be forever thine.

Text Information

• First Line: Thy life I read, my dearest Lord!
• Title: Death of the Young
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1845
• Topic: Consummation of Things: Death
• Notes: Public Domain.

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