Seraphs Laud Thee

Seraphs laud Thee

God the Fa­ther

In the sweet­est

nob­lest lays;

Can it be that Thou wouldst rather

Listen un­to child­ren’s praise?

Yes; Thou heark­en­est to our voic­es

Children’s voic­es though they be;

Take the glo­ry each re­joic­es

Lord of all

to ren­der Thee.

Cherubs praise Thee

God the Sav­ior

In sub­lim­est strains ab­ove;

Wilt Thou grant to us Thy fa­vor

And ac­cept of child­ren’s love?

Yes; Thou list­en­est to our sing­ing

Children’s sing­ing though it be;

Take the hearts we all are bring­ing

Sovereign Son

to Thee

to Thee.

Angels praise Thee

God the Spir­it

Source of life and light and truth;

Wilt Thou

for the Sav­ior’s merit

Hear the simp­ler songs of youth?

Thou re­ceiv’st our ad­or­ation

Children’s hom­age though it be;

Make our hearts a new cre­ation

Holy Spir­it

fit for Thee.

Triune God

the heav­ens hail Thee

Harpers

choirs

and white robed throng

Nor shall child­ren’s voices fail Thee

In the uni­vers­al song.

Now re­ceive our high­est prais­es

Children’s prais­es though they be;

Then to bliss at last up­raise us

Triune God

to wor­ship Thee.