PART I. Our parents, brothers, sisters, friends, We love and hold most dear; For these our Heavenly Father sends To make us happy here. | They feed, they clothe, supply our wants, And bless us while they live; But God, our Heavenly Father, grants Blessings they cannot give. | We call them ours a little while-- Then one by one departs, 338 And we no longer see their smile That won our youthful hearts. | Our Heavenly Father cannot die; On Him our souls depend; We sleep and wake beneath His eye-- He loves us to the end. | He gave us being, gave us breath; We feel His constant care; We're His through life, we're His in death, His we for ever are. | He to His house, not made with hands, Invites us while we roam, And at the door our Saviour stands To bid its welcome home. | PART II. What doth the Lord, on our poor part, Require us to resign? "My son," saith He, "give Me thy heart" "My daughter! give Me thine." | Let us on this great jubilee, Answer, "Thy will be done; We give up all our hearts to Thee: Each child now brings Thee one. | "Take them, and fill them with Thy love-- Fill till they overflow With praise to Thee in heaven above, And prayer for all below. | 339 "May every heart on earth's wide face, Of child or man, be given To Christ, where'er His Word of Grace Is sounded under heaven!" | |