HYMN.

O, Lord! our infant voice we raise,

Thy holy name to bless;

In daily song of thanks and praise,

For mercies numberless.

For parents who have taught us right,

That Thou art good and true;

And though unseen by our weak sight

Thou seest all we do.

Let all our thoughts and actions rise

From innocence and truth;

And Thou, O, Lord! wilt not despise

The praise of early youth.

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