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When Mother Lamech’s baby boy

In the bright hammock swung,

And Grandpapa Methuselah

Some cheery anthem sung,

As baby Noah sucked his thumb,

Or played with wee pink toes,

He knew not of the flood to come

With all its startling woes.

And when he clapped to see the stars

Peer through the heavens dark,

He did not know his dimpled hands

Would plan the precious Ark.

He knew not that the baby voice

Then learning “lullaby”

Must yet be by the nations heard,

Sent by the King on high;

That he must preach the coming Christ,

The Saviour yet to die,

And men would scoff and hate his name

And pass his warnings by;

That violence in all the earth

Would run its riot free,

Until the storm and cyclone came,—

Avenging powers to be.

And when the birds of morning sang

The chorus of the groves,

And baby Noah cooed and laughed

To see the bright-winged doves,

He knew not that on Ararat

The other side the Flood,

He would send forth a bird like that

To bring him tidings good.

So we, who shield our little ones

And guide their baby feet,

Know not the bitter that may come,

Or snares hid in the sweet.

We hold their hands and kiss their lips,

We wrap them in our love;

And yet a little while and then

Who’ll guide them when they rove?

Lord Jesus, Saviour of the lambs,

Bless Thou these little ones;

Teach us, O Lord, that we may teach

Thy daughters and Thy sons;

That we may right examples set,

In pleasure or in straits;

That they may in our footsteps go

And enter Pearly Gates.