Isaac Watts · 635 of 724

Hymn 127

Thus did the sons of Abram pass Under the bloody seal of grace; The young disciples bore the yoke, Till Christ the painful bondage broke.

By milder ways doth Jesus prove His Father's cov'nant, and his love He seals to saints his glorious grace, And not forbids their infant race.

Their seed is sprinkled with his blood, Their children set apart for God His Spirit on their offspring shed, Like water poured upon the head.

Let every saint with cheerful voice In this large covenant rejoice; Young children in their early days Shall give the God of Abram praise.