1 Once more we keep the sacred day
That saw the Saviour rise;
Once more we tune our infant song
To him that rules the skies.
2 What numbers vainly spend these hours,
That are to Jesus due!
Children and parents, how they live!
And how they perish too!
3 But we, a happier few, are taught
The ways of heavenly truth;
We hail one more the plan of love
That pities wand'ring youth
4 Our foolish hearts are prone to err;
Too oft we find it so;
O may the God of grace forgive,
And better hearts bestow.
5 Teach us the way, while here we learn
To read thy holy word;
Bless all the kind instruction giv'n,
And make us thine, O Lord.
6 Praise to our God, and thanks to those
Who thus our souls befriend;
While the rich benefit we reap,
On them thy blessing send.