Hymn for the Infant School

Hymn for the Infant School

Lately, we wander'd sadly where,

None watch'd our way, or mark'd our lot;

Yet God beheld us, and His care

Shielded the child that knew him not.

We knew not God, and yet his Name

Too often on our lips was found;

He spar'd us - yes, the very same

That wheels those golden worlds around!

We sometimes thought there was a Power

Made the green herbs and flow'rets grow;

Bade sunshine warm, and tempests lour,

And who but God could thunder so?

But now we know, the Bible tells

Of HIM who rolls the stars along;

Who in the cloud's pavilion dwells,

Yet condescends to hear our song.

We know of Jesus too, whose love

For children, young and frail as we,

Brought him, the Lord of all above,

Down to the manger and the tree.

And well we know that babes distrest,

And weary, find in Him a home;

Did He not take such to His breast;

And say, "Forbid them not to come?"

Unattributed

1:41, p. 164

1827.12.21

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