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

Methinks I see a thousand charms
Spread o’er thy lovely face,
While infants in thy tender arms
Receive the smiling grace.

I take these little lambs, said he,
And lay them in my breast;
Protection they shall find in me,
In me be ever blest.

Death may the bands of life unloose,
But can’t dissolve my love;
Millions of infant souls compose
The family above.

His words the happy parents hear,
And shout, with joys divine,
O Saviour, all we have and are
Shall be for ever thine.