See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands,
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.