William Henry Monk, 1861
Samuel Hinds, 1834;
st.3, Henry J. Buckoll, 1843
Lord, shall thy children come to thee?
A boon of love divine we seek:
Brought to thine arms in infancy,
Ere heart could feel or tongue could speak,
Thy children pray for grace, that they
May come themselves to thee today.
Lord, shall we come, and come again,
Oft as we see thy table spread,
And tokens of thy dying pain,
The wine poured out, the broken bread?
Bless thou, O Lord, thy children's prayer,
That they may come and find thee there.
Lord, shall we come -- not thus alone
At holy time or solemn rite,
But every hour till life be flown,
Through weal or woe, in gloom or light,
Come to thy throne of grace, that we
In faith, hope, love, confirmed may be?
Lord, shall we come, come yet again?
Thy children ask one blessing more:
To come, not now alone, but then --
When life, and death, and time are o'er;
Then, then to come, O Lord, and be
Confirmed in heaven, confirmed by thee.