See, Israel’s gentle shepherd stands, With all engaging charms;
Hark, how He calls the tender lambs, 9And folds them in His arms!
‘Permit them to approach,” He cries “Nor scorn their humble name;
For ‘twas to bless such souls as these, The Lord of angels came.”
Hark, how He calls the tender lambs, 9And folds them in His arms!
‘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, in thankful hands, And yield them up to Thee;
Joyful we ourselves are Thine, Thine let our off spring be.