For All Women Labouring of Child

The women sad, whose hour is come.
Or painfully approaches near.
Preserve from a miscarrying womb.
From all they feel, and all they fear;
The curse into a blessing turn,
And bid each struggling child be born.

Arrested by the pains of hell,
The mothers rescue from the grave;
Or to their parting souls reveal
Thy love, and in child-bearing save:
Up from the gates of death bring back.
Or Rachel to Thy bosom take.