CXLVII. Lord, what our ears have heard

1 Lord, what our ears have heard,
Our eyes, delighted, trace;
Thy love, in long succession, shewn
To Sion's chosen race:
Our children dost thou claim,
And mark them out for thine!
Ten thousand blessings to thy name,
For goodness so divine!

2 Thee let the fathers own,
And thee our sons adore;
Join'd to the Lord in solemn vows,
To be forgot no more:
Thy cov'nant may they keep,
And bless the ahppy bands,
Which closer still engage their hearts
To honour thy commands.

3 How great thy mercies, Lord!
How plenteous is thy grace!
Which, in the promise of thy love,
Includes each rising race:
Our offspring, still thy care,
Shall own their father's God;
To latest time thy blessing share,
And sound thy praise abroad.

4 But weak our noblest praise,
For favours such as thine;
O how can tongues of feeble clay
Proclaim the love divine!
We wonder and adore!
And, to exalt such grace,
We long to learn the songs of heaven,
Before we reach the place.

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First Line: Lord, what our ears have heard
Language: English
Publication Date: 1789
Topic: Baptism: The Promise is unto you and your Children
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