Funeral of a Child

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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

Verse 5

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