1 Behold what condescending love
Jesus on earth displays!
To babes and sucklings he extends
The riches of his grace!
2 He still the ancient promise keeps,
To our forefathers giv'n;
Young children in his arms he takes,
And calls them heirs of heav'n.
3 "Permit them to approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble name;
For 'twas to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came."
4 We bring them, Lord, with thankful hearts,
And yield them up to thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are thine,
Thine may our offspring be.
5 Kindly receive this tender branch,
And form his soul for God;
Baptize him with thy spirit, Lord,
And wash him with thy blood.
6 ["Thus to their parents and their seed
Let thy salvation come;
And num'rous households meet at last,
In one eternal home."]
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #217