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Behold what condescending love
Jesus on earth displays!
To babes and sucklings he extends
The riches of his grace!
He still the ancient promise keeps,
To our forefathers given;
Young children in his arms he takes,
And calls them heirs of heaven.
“Permit them to approach,” he cries,
“Nor scorn their humble name;
For 'twas to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came.”
We bring them, Lord, with thankful hearts,
And yield them up to thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are thine,
Thine may our offspring be.
Kindly receive this tender branch,
And form his soul for God;
Baptise him with thy spirit Lord,
And wash him in thy blood.
Thus to their parents and their seed
Let thy salvation come;
And num'rous households meet at last,
In one eternal home.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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LLOYD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 50 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 29 | F | | # 230 | No key |
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