MY babe, my new-born babe! can aught be weaker?
Can aught appeal so strong to God, in man?
How eloquent the wail of such a speaker,-
A suffering babe, as soon as life began!
His only SON, to save its soul from danger,
Became Himself the woman's holy seed;
Oh, lovely Babe, that scornedst not the manger,
In Thee the heart of God I love to read!
And when, in manhood's strength, I see Thee cherish
Babes, like my babe, on Thy most tender breast,
And say Thou wouldst not one of them should perish,
Mine I commit to Thee, and am at rest.