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THE MOTHER OF DR. DODDRIDGE TEACHING HIM
SCRIPTURE HISTORY FROM THE DUTCH TILES.

Here he beholds the stories he has heard
From holy lips, embodied to his view;
Faith surely follows sight, for G OD'S own WORD ,
And a fond mother's, tell him all is true!

Here he beholds his blessed Saviour bear
The cross — there crucified! — his eyes are dim
With childhood's tears — his silent thought is prayer,
As her voice whispers, " It was all for him. "
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