This conversation was the means of the conversion of that mother, and
she never again destroyed any of her infants.
Such is the power of the blessed Gospel. And what the Gospel has done
once, it can do again. If Christians will send it to them, with the
blessing of God, the time will soon come when heathen mothers will no
more destroy their children. And have you nothing to do in this great
work, my dear children? When you grow up, cannot you go and tell them of
the Saviour? Here is a very pretty hymn about a heathen mother throwing
her child to a crocodile.
See that heathen mother stand
Where the sacred currents flow,
With her own maternal hand,
'Mid the waves her infant throw.
Hark, I hear the piteous scream--
Frightful monsters seize their prey,
Or the dark and bloody stream
Bears the struggling child away.
Fainter now, and fainter still,
Breaks the cry upon the ear;
But the mother's heart is steel,
She unmoved that cry can hear.
Send, O send the Bible there,
Let its precepts reach the heart;
She may then her children spare,
Act the mother's tender part.
I have heard of a little boy who learned this hymn.
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