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Charming Infancy,

My Heart it pants for thee:

Chear my anxious Mind,

Look, look sweet Babe on me,

With all thy Graces kind;

O Princely Majesty,

Draw me after thee, [draw me, &c.]

O Love oth' Father dear,

More meekly Shining here:

We'd in Hell been chain'd,

Incessant Flames to bear:

But he for us Regain'd

The Glories of the Sphere.

O were we but there. [O were we, &c.]

O Joy where art thou found?

On Paradisial Ground;

Where the Angels Sing,

And Hallalujahs Sound.

Where the Cymbals ring;

And where the King is Crown'd.

There may we be found. [There may, &c.]

OW sweet the Angel-Trumpets sound,

With Heaven's kind Invitation,

That call the Altar to surround

In Paschal Celebration: