When Mother Lamech’s baby boyIn the bright hammock swung,And Grandpapa MethuselahSome cheery anthem sung,As baby Noah sucked his thumb,Or played with wee pink toes,He knew not of the flood to comeWith all its startling woes.And when he clapped to see the starsPeer through the heavens dark,He did not know his dimpled handsWould plan the precious Ark.He knew not that the baby voiceThen learning “lullaby”Must yet be by the nations heard,Sent by the King on high;That he must preach the coming Christ,The Saviour yet to die,And men would scoff and hate his nameAnd pass his warnings by;That violence in all the earthWould run its riot free,Until the storm and cyclone came,—Avenging powers to be.And when the birds of morning sangThe chorus of the groves,And baby Noah cooed and laughedTo see the bright-winged doves,He knew not that on AraratThe other side the Flood,He would send forth a bird like thatTo bring him tidings good.So we, who shield our little onesAnd guide their baby feet,Know not the bitter that may come,Or snares hid in the sweet.We hold their hands and kiss their lips,We wrap them in our love;And yet a little while and thenWho’ll guide them when they rove?Lord Jesus, Saviour of the lambs,Bless Thou these little ones;Teach us, O Lord, thatwemay teachThy daughters and Thy sons;That we may right examples set,In pleasure or in straits;That they may in our footsteps goAnd enter Pearly Gates.
When Mother Lamech’s baby boyIn the bright hammock swung,And Grandpapa MethuselahSome cheery anthem sung,As baby Noah sucked his thumb,Or played with wee pink toes,He knew not of the flood to comeWith all its startling woes.And when he clapped to see the starsPeer through the heavens dark,He did not know his dimpled handsWould plan the precious Ark.He knew not that the baby voiceThen learning “lullaby”Must yet be by the nations heard,Sent by the King on high;That he must preach the coming Christ,The Saviour yet to die,And men would scoff and hate his nameAnd pass his warnings by;That violence in all the earthWould run its riot free,Until the storm and cyclone came,—Avenging powers to be.And when the birds of morning sangThe chorus of the groves,And baby Noah cooed and laughedTo see the bright-winged doves,He knew not that on AraratThe other side the Flood,He would send forth a bird like thatTo bring him tidings good.So we, who shield our little onesAnd guide their baby feet,Know not the bitter that may come,Or snares hid in the sweet.We hold their hands and kiss their lips,We wrap them in our love;And yet a little while and thenWho’ll guide them when they rove?Lord Jesus, Saviour of the lambs,Bless Thou these little ones;Teach us, O Lord, thatwemay teachThy daughters and Thy sons;That we may right examples set,In pleasure or in straits;That they may in our footsteps goAnd enter Pearly Gates.
When Mother Lamech’s baby boyIn the bright hammock swung,And Grandpapa MethuselahSome cheery anthem sung,As baby Noah sucked his thumb,Or played with wee pink toes,He knew not of the flood to comeWith all its startling woes.
When Mother Lamech’s baby boy
In the bright hammock swung,
And Grandpapa Methuselah
Some cheery anthem sung,
As baby Noah sucked his thumb,
Or played with wee pink toes,
He knew not of the flood to come
With all its startling woes.
And when he clapped to see the starsPeer through the heavens dark,He did not know his dimpled handsWould plan the precious Ark.He knew not that the baby voiceThen learning “lullaby”Must yet be by the nations heard,Sent by the King on high;
And when he clapped to see the stars
Peer through the heavens dark,
He did not know his dimpled hands
Would plan the precious Ark.
He knew not that the baby voice
Then learning “lullaby”
Must yet be by the nations heard,
Sent by the King on high;
That he must preach the coming Christ,The Saviour yet to die,And men would scoff and hate his nameAnd pass his warnings by;That violence in all the earthWould run its riot free,Until the storm and cyclone came,—Avenging powers to be.
That he must preach the coming Christ,
The Saviour yet to die,
And men would scoff and hate his name
And pass his warnings by;
That violence in all the earth
Would run its riot free,
Until the storm and cyclone came,—
Avenging powers to be.
And when the birds of morning sangThe chorus of the groves,And baby Noah cooed and laughedTo see the bright-winged doves,He knew not that on AraratThe other side the Flood,He would send forth a bird like thatTo bring him tidings good.
And when the birds of morning sang
The chorus of the groves,
And baby Noah cooed and laughed
To see the bright-winged doves,
He knew not that on Ararat
The other side the Flood,
He would send forth a bird like that
To bring him tidings good.
So we, who shield our little onesAnd guide their baby feet,Know not the bitter that may come,Or snares hid in the sweet.We hold their hands and kiss their lips,We wrap them in our love;And yet a little while and thenWho’ll guide them when they rove?
So we, who shield our little ones
And guide their baby feet,
Know not the bitter that may come,
Or snares hid in the sweet.
We hold their hands and kiss their lips,
We wrap them in our love;
And yet a little while and then
Who’ll guide them when they rove?
Lord Jesus, Saviour of the lambs,Bless Thou these little ones;Teach us, O Lord, thatwemay teachThy daughters and Thy sons;That we may right examples set,In pleasure or in straits;That they may in our footsteps goAnd enter Pearly Gates.
Lord Jesus, Saviour of the lambs,
Bless Thou these little ones;
Teach us, O Lord, thatwemay teach
Thy daughters and Thy sons;
That we may right examples set,
In pleasure or in straits;
That they may in our footsteps go
And enter Pearly Gates.
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