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[Indent into center of page]Liv’d to wake each tender passion,
And delightful hopes inspire:
Died to try out resignation.
And direct our wishes higher
Rest. Sweet babe, in gentle slumbers.
till the resurrection morn
then arise to join the numbers.
that its triumphs shall adorn.
though, thy presence so endearing,
We thy absence now deplore:
at the Saviours bright appearing.
We shall meet to part no more,
thus to the, o lord, Submitting,
We the tender pledge resign
and, thy mercies ne er forgetting,
OWN that all we have is thine,[end indent]