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| My children's children all like me. They ride upon my rocking knee. I wonder what they'll grow to be. I hope that I may live to see. Their minds are blanks on which to write. Their loving eyes are shining bright. We must protect them from a fright And help them always do what's right. God will give them constant care If they talk to Him in prayer. He will watch them everywhere, With abundant grace to spare. | ||
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