Father of all, by whom we are,
For whom was made whatever is;
Who hast entrusted to our care,
A candidate for glorious bliss,
A candidate for glorious bliss.
Poor worms of earth, to thee we cry,
For grace to guide what grace has given;
We ask for wisdom from on high,
To train our infant up for heaven.
We tremble at the danger near,
And crowds of wretched parents see,
Who, blindly fond, their children rear
In tempers far as hell from thee.
Themselves the slaves of sense and praise,
Their babes they pamper and admire;
And make the helpless infants pass
To murderer Moloch, through the fire.
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First Line: | Father of all, by whom we are |
Title: | Winnebago |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Hymn 517. |
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Name: | WINNEBAGO |
Notes: | Public Domain. |