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MORAVIAN HYMN.
Where is this infant? it is gone—
To whom? to Christ, its Saviour true.
What does He for it? He goes on
As He has ever done, to do—
He blesses, He embraces without end,
And to all children proves the tenderest friend.
To whom? to Christ, its Saviour true.
What does He for it? He goes on
As He has ever done, to do—
He blesses, He embraces without end,
And to all children proves the tenderest friend.
He loves to have the little ones
Upon his lap quite close and near;
And thus their glass so swiftly runs,
And they so little while are here;
He gave—He takes them when He thinks it best
For them to come to Him and find their rest.
Upon his lap quite close and near;
And thus their glass so swiftly runs,
And they so little while are here;
He gave—He takes them when He thinks it best
For them to come to Him and find their rest.
However 'tis a great delight
Awhile to see such little princes,
All drest in linen fine and white,
A beauty which escapes the senses:
The pure Lamb dwells in them—his majesty
Makes their sweet eyes to sparkle gloriously.
Awhile to see such little princes,
All drest in linen fine and white,
A beauty which escapes the senses:
The pure Lamb dwells in them—his majesty
Makes their sweet eyes to sparkle gloriously.
Be therefore thanked, Thou dearest Lamb,
That we this precious child have seen,
And that thy blood and Jesu's name,
To it a glittering robe have been:
We thank Thee too that Thou hast brought it home,
That it so soon all dangers hath o'ercome.
That we this precious child have seen,
And that thy blood and Jesu's name,
To it a glittering robe have been:
We thank Thee too that Thou hast brought it home,
That it so soon all dangers hath o'ercome.
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Dear child, so live thou happily
In Christ, who was thy faith's beginner,
Rejoice in Him eternally
With each redeemed and happy sinner;
We bury thee in hope—the Lamb once slain
Will raise, and we shall see thee yet again.
In Christ, who was thy faith's beginner,
Rejoice in Him eternally
With each redeemed and happy sinner;
We bury thee in hope—the Lamb once slain
Will raise, and we shall see thee yet again.
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