Darling babies, precious babies!
To the cradles flocking, flocking;
Little men and little women
In the cradles rocking, rocking.
Sweetest baby voices cooing;
Dimpled fingers clasping, playing;
Baby smiles and baby glances,
From the cradles swaying, swaying.
O! the stars may pale in ashes,
And the sun may cease its glowing;
But these new-born souls forever
Must be onward going, going!
Bless these tender hearts, O Saviour!
With Thy love these loves entwining;
Make them Thine own fadeless jewels.
In Thy crown forever shining.