Father of all! before Thy throne,
Grateful but anxious parents bow;
Look in paternal mercy down,
And yield the boon we ask Thee now.
’Tis not for wealth, or joys of earth,
Or life prolonged we seek Thy face;
’Tis for a new and heavenly birth,
’Tis for the treasures of Thy grace.
’Tis for their souls’ eternal joy,
For rescue from the coming woe;
Do not our earnest suit deny;
We cannot, cannot let Thee go.