Our Lord and God, oh, bless this day
And hear us, we im­plore Thee;
None of Thy child­ren turn away
Who now ap­pear be­fore Thee.
We come be­fore Thy face
And pray: Let Thy rich grace
Descend from Heav’n above
In all Thy won­drous love
And keep us by Thy Spir­it.

Oh, bless Thy Word to all the young;
Let them, Thy truth pos­sess­ing,
Bear wit­ness true with heart and tongue,
Their faith and ours con­fess­ing.
From mo­ther’s arms Thy grace
With love did them em­brace;
Baptized in­to Thy name,
As Thine Thou didst them claim.
O Lord, as Thine now own them!

When they their vows to­day re­new,
Accept them with Thy fa­vor;
And when they pro­mise to be true,
May they for­get it ne­ver!
But they are weak and frail
When Sa­tan’s hosts as­sail;
Oh, arm them with Thy might
And grant that in the fight
They unto death be faith­ful!

And when they leave their child­hood home,
When Sa­tan comes al­lur­ing,
May their bap­tis­mal grace be­come
A re­fuge re­as­sur­ing!
Blest he who then can say:
God’s co­ve­nant stands for aye.
He ne’er shall be un­done
Who trusts in God alone—
God is his migh­ty fa­ther!