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Darling babies, precious babies!

To the cradles flocking, flocking;

Little men and little women

In the cradles rocking, rocking.

Sweetest baby voices cooing;

Dimpled fingers clasping, playing;

Baby smiles and baby glances,

From the cradles swaying, swaying.

O! the stars may pale in ashes,

And the sun may cease its glowing;

But these new-born souls forever

Must be onward going, going!

Bless these tender hearts, O Saviour!

With Thy love these loves entwining;

Make them Thine own fadeless jewels.

In Thy crown forever shining.