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52 “And surely God’s own heart must ache
 * To hear it sobbing through the dark,

And long to have its christened soul
 * Beside Him in the sheltering ark.”

“Your tender babes are safe at home,
 * And cradled in their mother’s prayers;

My sturdy sons to manhood grown,
 * Have long repaid my early cares.”

“The very hawks upon the hill
 * Watch their fierce brood through calm and storm;

And timid conies in the fern
 * Keep their soft younglings safe and warm.”

“And will not He who made them all
 * Watch o’er His little lost ones too,

And, maybe waited till this hour,
 * For us poor men His Will to do.”

And then the other made reply–
 * “Let us christen the Babe if that be so,

And if we are doing the Will of the Lord
 * He will send us a token, that we shall know.”