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Dear Lord, receive my Son, whose winning love
To me was like a friendship, far above
The course of nature, or his tender age,
Whose looks could all my bitter griefs assuage;
Let his pure soul ordained seven years to be
In that frail body which was part of me.
Remain my pledge with Heaven, as sent to shew.
How to this port at every step I go.20


Dr. Doddridge on his Motto

(Dum vivimus vivamus)


Live while you live, the Epicure will say.
And take the pleasure of the present day:
Live while you live the sacred Preacher cries.
And give to God each moment as it flies.—
Lord in my view let both united be!
I live in pleasure, when I live to Thee.


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