And tempt too oft that heart astray;
Still the seed sown in early time
Shall not be wholly cast away.
4 The infant prayer, the infant hymn,
Within the darkened soul will rise,
When age’s weary eye is dim,
And the grave’s shadow round us lies.
5 The infant hymn is heard again,
The infant prayer is breathed once more;
Reclasping thus the broken chain,