1 God, in human flesh appearing,
Took the children to His breast,
Lambs with His green pastures cheering,
Fitting for His heavenly rest;
This is gentleness unbounded,
This is lowliness of heart;
All are by His love surrounded,
None are ever bid depart.
2 Lord! I bless Thy mercy endless,
For Thy pleasure is to bless;
Me too, when my soul was friendless,
Thou didst to Thy bosom press:
For I, too, to Thee was given
In the pure baptismal wave,
There Thou mad'st me heir of heaven,
Who hast died my soul to save.
3 Feeble is the love of mother,
Father's blessings are as naught,
When compared, my King and Brother,
With the wonders Thou hast wrought;
Thus it pleased Thy heavenly meekness;
Pleasing also be my praise,
Till my songs of earthly weakness
Burst into celestial lays.
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First Line: | God, in human flesh appearing |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | The Catechism: Holy Baptism |
Notes: | Author from Index: Hiller— M. Loy |