  There’s an angel in the cradle. ’Tis a little stainless one, In the morning of existence. Here we see the rising sun Of intelligence unfolding, And its dewy thought unspring, All so primitive and hopeful, As the mind unfurls its wing. Deathless wing! O little stranger, New-born messenger of love. Jesus shield thy soul from danger, Jesus lead thee safe above. Suffer not, O blest Redeemer! Suffer not this child to stray From the fountain of salvation And the happy, heavenly way. Suffer not, O God, my Saviour! This dear child’s young heart to fill With the follies of the worldly. May she yield to Thee her will. May she seek Thee, living Saviour; Teach her in Thy blood to trust, And for faith in Thy redemption, O God! my heart, too full for utterance, Claims Thy promise. Leave her not. May Thy Spirit warn and shield her: Be her joy, whate’er her lot. O Thou for sinners crucified! Hear for this babe the mother’s prayer. O teach her all the way of life; May Lily be an angel there, Where comes no cloud of sin and fear And never falls the parting tear. endpaper divider |
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