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Oh ! my God if it could be

I'd bring my children all to thee ;

In hafte I'd come make no delay, Until I'd borne them all away.

Oh ! 1 would bear them in my arms,

Where they might view thy bleeding arms*;

Saviour: I'd prefs them to thy breaft, Their fouls would find fweet reft.

My Children I will tell "you now^

The labour I have, had for youj My pillow is witnefs to my tear,

That I have fhed for my Children dear;

Oft times my heirt has been in pain, That your poor fouls might be born again, ,

That you might tafte redeeming love, And with your parents reign above.

My bufy thoughts my fpirits cheer I truft I have five babes in glory th^re,

With their golden harps God's praifes fmg,. Hoianna to their heavenly king.

Oh ! my glafs is almoft run,

'Twill foon be faid your mother's gone, Then I muft bid you all adieu,

With no more groans nor fighs for you. .

I am bound to canaan's land,

I've lifted in lmmanuel's band, Could I be fure to meet you there,

joy and peace 'twould give me here*.