1 My infant, Lord, to Thee I gladly bring
She is of earth, and yet a heav’nly thing;
As the nude birdling in its mother’s nest,
So is this baby on my anxious breast.
Refrain:
Oh, like an angel, may she ever be!
And think, and speak, and act thro’ life for Thee!
2 A birdling, I would teach its tiny wings
To soar up, where each bright archangel sings,
To join the songs of flaming seraphim,
And with the ransomed sing th’eternal hymn. [Refrain]
3 But Thou, and Thou alone, canst give it might
To spread her wings for regions out of sight;
To nestle in the glories of a throne,
Which none can reach but love, and love alone. [Refrain]
4 Then come, oh come, my baby take and train
For life’s great work! She must not live in vain;
Of mundane birth, a more than mundane thing,
To Thee, O Lord, my baby now I bring. [Refrain]
5 To Thee I consecreate my helpless child,
Whose nature may be rough, and crook’d and wild,
If Thou dost not, with plastic power divine,
Remold her in Thine image, yes in Thine. [Refrain]
6 Breathe in her soul the life—th’eternal life,
Nor hatred, pride, nor lust be ever rife
Within her heart; but as an angel, she
May ever feel, and speak, and act for Thee. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12042
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