their hope, their stay, their darling youth.

in manhood's dawning blush,

bless him, thou god of love and truth,

up to a parent's wish.

the beauteous, seraph sister-band—

with earnest tears i pray—

thou know'st the snares on ev'ry hand,

guide thou their steps alway.

when, soon orte, they reach that coast,

o'er life's rough ocean driven,

may they rejoice, no wand'rer lost,

a family in heaven!