Thus did the sons of Abram pass

Under the bloody seal of grace;

The young disciples bore the yoke,

Till Christ the painful bondage broke.

By milder ways doth Jesus prove

His Father's cov'nant, and his love

He seals to saints his glorious grace,

And not forbids their infant race.

Their seed is sprinkled with his blood,

Their children set apart for God

His Spirit on their offspring shed,

Like water poured upon the head.

Let every saint with cheerful voice

In this large covenant rejoice;

Young children in their early days

Shall give the God of Abram praise.