1 Thou, Lord, thro' ev'ry changing scene,
Hast to thy flock a refuge been;
Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God,
Their pleasing home, their safe abode.
2 In thee our fathers sought their rest,
In thee our fathers now are blest;
Lo, we are risen (a transient race)
A while to fill our father's place.
3 While travelling thro' life's varied road,
We lean upon our fathers' God;
On thee our stedfast hopes recline,
Nor own, nor ask, a help but thine.
4 To thee our infant race we give;
Them may their father's God receive;
By sweet experience let them prove
Thy mercy, thine unchanging love.
5 Thus voices yet unform'd shall raise
A grateful tribute to thy praise;
Our children learn the joyful song,
And theirs the cheerful notes prolong.
6 Thou Saviour of the human race!
Thou Fountain of exhaustless Grace!
Thy mercy ages past have known,
And ages long to come shall own.
7 So shall thy love, in strains sublime,
Be sung to the last hour of time:
Then shall eternity confess,
Thro' all its rounds, thy matchless grace.
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First Line: | Thou, Lord, thro' ev'ry changing scene |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Baptism: God the Dwelling-Place of his People through all Generations |