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[Who is this condescending Friend]
He took them up in His arms.
—x. 16.
Who is this condescending Friend,
That doth for children care,
That doth my little ones defend,
And in His bosom bear?
The arms, within whose soft embrace
My sleeping babes I see,
They comprehend unbounded space,
And grasp infinity!
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