Our Children (Willing)

Starting forth on life’s rough way

Father

guide them;

Oh! we know not what of harm

May be­tide them;

’Neath the sha­dow of Thy wing

Father

hide them;

Waking

sleep­ing

Lord

we pray

Go be­side them.

When in pray­er they cry to Thee

Thou wilt hear them;

From the stains of sin and shame

Thou wilt clear them;

’Mid the quick­sands and the rock

Thou wilt steer them;

In temp­ta­tion

trial

grief

Be Thou near them.

Unto Thee we give them up—

Lord

re­ceive them;

In the world we know must be

Much to grieve them—

Many striv­ing oft and strong

To de­ceive them;

Trustful

in Thy hands of love

We must leave them.