Thy parents' arms now yield thee,
With lover all glowing warm,
To Him who best can shield thee,
To that Eternal Arm
That bids the dead arise,
And earth and heav'n upholdeth,
That tender babes enfoldeth,
And leads them to the skies.
Wash'd in the blood that gushes
From out His wounded heart,
Wrapp'd in the peace that hushes
All earthly woe and smart,
Begin thy pilgrimage,
And seek, as more thou learnest,
With wisdom glad yet earnest,
Thy proper heritage.
Oh sweet shall sound the voices
That hail thee from above,
Where heaven's bright host rejoices
Before the Eternal Love:
"Now past is all thy strife,
And thou canst wander never,
Then bless the hour for ever
That call'd thee into life!