Poems (Curwen)/The Children's Song

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The Children's Song.
Once more, O God, we come to raise  To Thee, our grateful songs of praise. O Thou who dost our lives prolong,  Give ear unto Thy children's song—A song that does not half express  The measure of our thankfulness.
Through seasons of afflictions sore,  When death has swept the wide world o'er, Safe in the hollow of Thine hand,  Safe hast Thou brought our little band Through winter's storms and chilly hours  To summer days and summer flowers.
But once the tender Shepherd came  One lamb from out our flock to claim, And to His fold the child He led,  And there her little feet now tread. To-day she sings a sweeter song  Than any sung by mortal tongue.
The flowers we wear will fade away,  But those she holds will ne'er decay, And while she strays in pastures sweet,  Life's thorny ways await our feet. O Jesus! grant that early we  Incline to follow after Thee.
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And do Thou bless our teachers, Lord  And all their patient toil reward, For they have striven from day to day,  To lead us in the narrow way. O Jesus! ere this day depart  Write Thy new name upon each heart.

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