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Rh Mother, fount of love till flowing,

Let me, with thy rapture glowing,

Learn to ympathize with thee:

Let me raie my heart's devotion

Up to Chrit with pure emotion,

That accepted I may be.

Mother, let me win this bleing,

Let His forrow's deep impreing

In my heart engraved remain:

Since thy Son, from heaven decending,

Deigned to bear the manger's tending,

Oh! divide with me His pain.

Keep my heart its gladnes bringing,

To my Jeus ever clinging

Long as this my life hall lat;

Love like that thine own love, give it,

On my little child to rivet,

Till this exile hall be pat.

Let me hare thine own affliction;

Let me uffer no rejection

Of my purpoe fixed and fat.