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.