Blessèd Je­sus! here we stand,
Met to do as Thou hast spok­en;
And this child, at Thy com­mand,
Now we bring to Thee, in to­ken
That to Christ it here is giv­en;
For of such shall be his hea­ven.

Yes! Thy warn­ing voice is plain,
And we fain would keep it du­ly:
He who is not born again,
Heart and life re­new­ing tru­ly,
Born of wa­ter and the Spi­rit,
Will God’s king­dom ne’er in­her­it.

Make it, Head, Thy mem­ber now;
Shepherd, take Thy lamb and feed it;
Prince of Peace, its peace be Thou;
Way of Life, to Hea­ven, O lead it:
Vine, this branch may no­thing se­ver,
Grafted firm in Thee for ev­er.

Now up­on Thy heart it lies,
What our hearts so dear­ly trea­sure;
Heavenward lead our bur­dened sighs,
Pour Thy bless­ing without mea­sure;
Write the name we now have giv­en,
Write it in the book of Hea­ven.