On an Infant

Look on this babe: and let thy pride take heed—
Thy pride of manhood, intellect, or fame—
That thou despise him not: for he indeed,
And such as he, in spirit and heart the same,
Are God's own children in that kingdom bright
Where purity is praise; and where before
The Father's throne, triumphant evermore,
The ministering angels, sons of light,
Stand unreproved; because they offer there,
Mix'd with the Mediator's hallowing pray'r,
The innocence of babes in Christ like this:
O guardian Spirit, be my child thy care!
Lead him to God, obedience, and bliss—
To God, O fostering cherub! thine and his.
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