He took them up in His arms, put His hands upon them, and blessed them. Mark 10:16
Words: Philip Doddridge (1702–1751). Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton, 1755), number 198:
Christ’s condescending regard to little children.
See Israel’s gentle shepherd stand
With all-engaging charms;
Hark how He calls the tender lambs,
And 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 that we ourselves are Thine,
Thine let our offspring be.
Ye little flock, with pleasure hear;
Ye children, seek His face,
And fly with transport to receive
The blessings of His grace.
If orphans they are left behind,
Thy guardian care we trust,
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,
While weeping o’er their dust.