  Darling babies, precious babies! To the cradles flocking, flocking; Little men and little women In the cradles rocking, rocking. Sweetest baby voices cooing; Dimpled fingers clasping, playing; Baby smiles and baby glances, From the cradles swaying, swaying. O! the stars may pale in ashes, And the sun may cease its glowing; But these new-born souls forever Must be onward going, going! Bless these tender hearts, O Saviour! With Thy love these loves entwining; Make them Thine own fadeless jewels. In Thy crown forever shining. endpaper divider |
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