- See Israel’s gentle shepherd stand
With all-engaging charms;
Hark how He calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in His arms!
- Permit them to approach, He cries,
Nor scorn their humble name;
For ’twas to bless such souls as these
The Lord of angels came.
- We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,
And yield them up to Thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are Thine,
Thine let our offspring be.
- Ye little flock, with pleasure hear;
Ye children, seek His face,
And fly with transport to receive
The blessings of His grace.
- If orphans they are left behind,
Thy guardian care we trust,
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,
While weeping o’er their dust. Amen.