To shield them from the wintry blast:
What chilling tides we stem,
And when at last we sink in death,
God shield each darling one,
And keep them all in Virtue’s path;
The Tempter’s smile to shun;
Redeemed from sin, made pure and wise,
For that glad home above the skies.
Transcriber’s Note: Seemingly inconsistent indentation was retained as printed.