1 Our children Thou dost claim,
And mark them out for Thine:
Ten thousand blessings to Thy name
For goodness so divine.

2 Thee let the fathers know,
And Thee the sons adore,
Joined to the Lord in solemn vow,
To be forgot no more.

3 How great Thy mercies, Lord!
How plenteous is Thy grace,
Which in Thy love and promised word
Includes our rising race.

4 Our offspring, still Thy care,
Shall own their fathers’ God,
To latest times Thy blessings share,
And sound Thy praise abroad.