1 When children, young and tender,
Their infant souls surrender,
And leave this earthly life,
No cause have we for weeping,
They are in God's own keeping,
Aloof from ev'ry pain and strife.

2 Baptismal grace possessing,
And every other blessing
That Jesus can bestow,
They pass, through death's dark portal,
To life and joy immortal,
And like the stars forever glow.

3 This child, though at its leaving
Our hearts are deeply grieving,
Went ne'er too soon away:
Farewell, thou sacred treasure,
We wish thee joy's full measure
In heav'n where thou hast gone to stay.