He made the worlds, yet lifted up infants in His arms and blessed them there. His voice and touch lay like balm on wounded hearts. Sin fled from the holiness of His presence, while the brokenhearted came to Him and found rest. Is He changed? No. We are ever proving the depth of His tenderness; that is fathomless. Blessed Savior, Thy tender word is like music to our souls! Thy voice heaven's lullaby to Thy tired and wearied host!