Thy life I read, my dearest Lord,
With transport all divine;
Thine image trace in every word,
Thy love in every line,
Thy love in every line.
Methinks I see a thousand charms
Spread o’er Thy lovely face,
While infants in Thy tender arms
Receive the smiling grace,
Receive the smiling grace.
I take these little lambs, said He,
And lay them in My breast;
Protection they shall find in Me,
In Me be ever blest,
In Me be ever blest.
Death may the bands of life unloose,
But can’t dissolve My love;
Millions of infant souls compose,
The family above,
The family above.