You have taught children and babies to sing praises to You.
Psalm 8:2
Words: Anonymous, in Union Hymns, revised (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: American Sunday School Union, 1835), number 172.
Music: Poughkeepsie Eugene W. Marshall, in Harmonies of Praise (New York: Benjamin M. Chase, 1909), number 10 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know the author’s name, where to get a good picture of him or Marshall (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
We are but young—yet we may sing
The praises of our heav’nly king;
He made the earth, the sea, the sky,
And all the starry worlds on high.
We are but young—yet we have heard
The Gospel news, the heav’nly word:
If we despise the only way,
Dreadful will be the judgment day.
We are but young—yet we must die,
Perhaps our latter end is nigh;
Lord, may we early seek Thy grace,
And find in Christ a hiding place.
We are but young—we need a guide;
Jesus, in Thee we would confide;
O lead us in the path of truth,
Protect and bless our helpless youth.
We are but young—yet God has shed
Unnumbered blessings on our head;
Then, let our youth and riper days
Be all devoted to His praise.