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THE "D~ivine Songs" of Jr. Watts' so beot jful, and so un versally mired, almost discouralge, by I excellence, a similar attempt; lead the way, where it appear 6merit!, to follow. But as the nav row limits to which he eo~,. hiniselyf excluded a number fid subjects, the Jblloing though with much diffid presented to the public. The M'ost obvious and interesting topics were already engaged., but if it appear that thi volume of riybiN FOR IN-
FANT MINDS, fulfils its humble promise, and adapts evangelical truths to the wants and feelings of childhood, in language which 4 aderstands, further apology ma inot be required. It has been composed with a view to different age and degrees of intelligence, bd niformly with the sacrifice ofpoy to simplicity, wherever the stood opposed.
'To some of the pieces, the title hymns may not appear correct applied; but for this inaccuracy the nature of the subjects will, is hoped, apologize.
jA Child's hymn of Praise 9
2Co.ming to Jesus 10
3 but God. who made the Sun and M 1 4 For a cli~ldwho has been vey naght 1 5 "OrFther who art in Hevn" 1
g F.,.y wll1 seek thee" ibA
7, Enouragetnent for litte Chk-e Ir"4
8 The Bible I..I.
9 Apa n,;twatderinc. thoutiligii2#
It l'he w ay to find out ilride 12 The way to eure Pride 13' A Moring Hymn 4
14 An Eiening 1-i imt 15 Forachild tba eh; hia Wice-iw 16 Against Anif d i4ri*tience 17 "Turn o~rnineeyesfrom beldinva 18 For a ver lit Ile Child 1, On %, tending public Wcu'jip 20 A C ild's hurat1e Coinfesssion aitdOW
2 1 About dying 22 FThot, God seest tie" 23 l") a little sister on ber BirhT-r 24 Sin Ynake4 God anry 4
2 5 "Christ camieito the vrorltoxt 4
6 Siliplittle Chld1urn toeni4 4
27 1.ric and Duityto ParetisA. 283 rh1o e o1 e I ?9 Ile iit~ie Pilgrrnm
I0 cenu n fI)jpf lit ai ~nly 4?
i mjnin WT fotja ctNohr4 32 For L'ebtbheing-,.- ~
1, Tlimnti Eternity '51
34AgaiaIt Acitlnto Temptaion 5
35 'he Day of judgment S0S
36 Conscience -- -54
37 "The Lord hath respect unto the lowly" 35 38 For Chtildren at a Sunday School 56&
40 A Child's Grave
41A C~hild's Prayer in Sickness 60 E
42 Hymn of Praise for Recovery 6 1
43 o very little Chiild.. in Sickness '62
44Fckavery little Chil~d upon getting well i!5.
45Fra dying Child -63
46 rase for daily Mercies 64
47 The example of Christ 65
48Smmenr and winter 0 b
49 Loresto Jesus 68
5-Gdevery where 70
S or our sakes He became poor* 0h.
5 &a Child that is sorry for a Fault 71 5 etuciion from the Heivers ib.
4 hlren encouraged to seek the Lord 73
0. Upo Det 75
58I themoniing it floUrhhleth and groweth uP;
inte eveqing it is oult down and witherele' 7
5 4liiy 7
63 "et yur afect-tons on things above" i
61 qjA~j wa D tf the year 7
o TenteLord called Samuel" .6 On repeatingc the Ctecisl
66-eondscenion Of GOd
~ h hd of Afflvtnce 8
60 The Child of Poverty
69 Prise to God
70 UaYn and Euth -
child's hy-a ofpriM
TttNK% goodness an -th
Whon mny birth hv mV
10 Hymns for
And made me in these latter days,
A happy Christian child.
I was not born, as thousands are,
Where God was never known;
And taught to pray a useless prayer,
To blocks of wood and stone.
was not born a little slave, T Abor in the sun,
n sh I were but in the grave,
Ad al my labor done!
I was not born without a home,
Or in some broken shed;
sy baby, taught to roam,
steal ~my daily bread.
My God, I thank thee, who hast plann*4
A better ot for me,
nd placed ein this happy land,
And where I hear of thee.
Coming to Jesus.
ethat condescending king,
a pleased to hear whenchildren sing, 6,w%0 hile our feeble voices rise, Will notljb humble prayer despise. Then K Lard, from every in
Wic we an sec and feel vvithinid
Infant Minds. 11
And what we neither feel nor see, Forgive, for all is known to thee. WVe own there's nothing good in us, To tempt thee to befriend us thus: For sin and folly waste our days, Our prayers are weak,and poor pur praise: Yet, Lord, we humbly venture nigh, Because thou camrnest down to die: And all the plea we dare to make Is "pardon for thy mercy's sake."
About God who made the Sun and
S the glorious sun arise
aFb yonder Woutamn g rayi
And as he travelled -through the skies
The darkness fled away;
And all around me was so bright, I wish'd it would be always light.
But when his shining course was done, The gentle moon drew nigh,
And stars came twinkling, one by one,
the shady sky.made the sun to shine so far,
moon and every twinkling star?
%God, my child, who made them all
is almighty hand:
ds them, that they do not fall,
And bids tlem move or stand:
glorious God, who lives afar, Jn lcay', byondthehighest stpro
lowery great that God must be,
rl them through the air!
Mamma, to notice me,
Or liten to my pray'r!
"k'1fear lie will not condescend Tob litle infant' friend.
0,ye, my love; for though he R Those noders in the sky, DYunee eed wo be fraid
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He should neglect your cry; For, humble as a child may be, A praying child he loves to see.
Behold the daisy where you tread,
That useless little thing; Behold the insects overhead,
That gambol in the spring:
His goodness bids the daisy rise, And every insect's, wants stpplie:
And will he not descend to make
A feeble child his care?
Yes! Jesus died for children's saky
And loves the youngest prayer., God made the stars and daisies too, And watches over them and you.
For a child who has been very na LORD, I confess before thy face
How naughty I have bee Look down from kaknca, thy dwe
And pardon this my si.
Fo 4!ny temper, Lord,
sion and my p
(W d words I
et lay me downk*
quict, on my bed,
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Until, with shame; I have confest
The naughty things I said.
The Savior answer'd not again,
Nor spoke an angry word,
To all the scoffs of wicked men,
Although he was their Lord!
dwho am I, a sinful child,
uch angry words to say!
ke me as mild as he was mild,
And'take my pride away.
For Jesus' sake forgive my crime
And change this stubborn heart And gat me gratm, another time,
To act a better part.
Infant Minds. 15
"Our Father, who art in heaven"
GREAT GOD, and wilt thou condescend To be my Father, and my Friend? I a poor child, and thou so high, The Lord of earth, and air, and sky!
Art thou my father? Canst thou bear To hear my poor imperfect prayer; .Or stoop to listen to the praise That such a little one can raise?
Art thou my father? Let me be A meek, obedient child to thee; And try, in word, and deed, and thought, To serve and please thee as I ought.
Art thou my father? I'll depend Upon the care of such a friend; And only wish to do, and be, Whatever seemeth good to thee.
Art thou my father? then atI When A my days on earth Send down, and take me in thy lo To be thy better child above.
"Earl will I seek
Now t t my journey's'
Myroad so little teod4
16 Hyrnn for
I'll come, before I further run,
And give myself to God.
And -lest I should be ever led
Through sinful paths to stray, I would at once begin to tread
In wisdom's pleasant way.
hat orrows may my steps attend
never can foretel;
e Lord will be my friend,
w that all is well.
all my earthly friends should die,
And leave me mourning here;
since God can hear the orphan's cry,
0 what have I to fear?
I am poor, he can supply
Who has my table spread;
Vho feeds the ravens when they cry,
And fills his poor with bread.
t a rich, he'll guard my heart,
Temptaton to withstand;
i make me willing to impart
The bountiesohis hand.
i Tt, Lord, whatever grief or ill
For me may be in store,
ake me subissive to thy wilt,
And I would ok no jiore.
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Attend me through my youthful way,
Whatever be my lot;
And when I'm feeble, old, and gray,
O Lord, forsake me not.
Then still as seasons hasten by, SI will for heaven prepare: That God may take me when I die, To dwell for ever there.
Encouragement for little children.
GoD is so good that he will hear Whenever children humbly pray: 11c always lends a gracious ear To what the youngest child can sar
18 Hymns for
His own most holy Book declares
He loves good little childreA still,
And that he listens to their prayers,
Just as a tender father will.
He loves to hear an infant tongue
Thank him for all his mereies given; And when by babes his praise is sung, Their cheerful songs are heard in heaven.
Come, then, dear children, trust his word;
And seek him for your friend and guide,
Your little voices will be heard,
And you shall never be deny'd.
Taus is a precious book indeed!
Happy the child that loves to read!
Tis God's own word, which he has given
a 5ow our souls the way to heaven!
t tells us how the world was made;
And how 'good men the Lord obey'd: There his commands are written too,
To teach us what we ought to do.
t bids us all from sin to fly,
because our souls can never die;
,t points to heaven where angels dwell
And warns us to escape from hell.
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But, what is more than all heside, The Bible tells us JSs died! This is its best, its chief intent, To ka poor sinners to repebw.
'Be thankful children, that you may Read this good Bible every day; 'Tis God's own word, which he ha To show our souls the way to heaven.
20 Hymns for
Against wandering thoughts.
WnE daily I kneel down to pray
As I amaught to do,
GoD does not care for what I say,
Unless I feet it too.
Yet foolish thoughts my heart beguile;
And when I pray or sing,
I'm often thinking, all the while,
Abouit son other thing.
Some idle play, or childish t
Can send my thoughts ab
Though this should be my gr joy, To love and ek the Lord.
O let me never, never dare
To act the trifler's part;
Infa n t Mnd 211,
Or think that God will hear a prayer
That comes not from my heart!
But if I make his ways my choice;
As holy children do,
Then, whife I seek him with thy voice,
My heart will love him too.
r'A ewotrite hearts 0 Gods thou wilt not despise."
THOUGh Gon preserve me#yy hour,
And feeds me day by'Iay, I know it is not in my power
His goodness to repay.
The poorest child, the greatest king,
Alike must humbly own,
No worthy present they can bring
To offer at his throne;
For we and all our treasures too,
Are his who reigns above:
'Ten is there nothing I can do,
To provmy grateful love?
A broken heart he'll not espi, For 'tis his chief delig This is a humble sacrifice, Well pleasing in his sight.
2 Hymns for.
Though treasures brought before th
Would no acceptance find, He kindly condescends to own A meek and lowly mind.
This is an offering we may bring, However mean our store:
The poorest child, the greatest king, Can give him nothing more.
The way to find out Pride.
PR D1., ugly pride, sometimes is seen By haughty looks, and lofty mien; But oft'ner it is found, thai pride Loves deep within the heart to hide;
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And, while the looks are mild and fair, It sits and does its mischief there.
Now, if you really wish to find if pride is lurking in your mind, I inquire if you can bear a slight, Or patiently give up your right. Can you sutmissively consent To take reproof and punishment, And feel no angry temper start, In any corner of your heart? Can you with frankness own a crime, And promise for another time? Or say you've been in a mistake, Nor try some poor excuse to make, But freely own that it was wrong To argue for your side so long? Flat contradiction can you bear, When you are right, and know you are: or flatly contradict again, ut wait or modestly explain, ird tell your reasons one by one, or think of triumph,when you've done? an you in business, or in play, vie uj~your wishes, or your way? )r do a thing against your will, or somebody that's younger stil d nver try to overbear, r od that is not fair? Solaugdig at you, in a joke, o anger, nor revenge, pIrovoke; t can yotu laugh yourself, and be s merry as the company?
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Or, when you find that you could do To them, as they have done to you, Can you keep down the wicked thought And do exactly as you ought? Put all these questions to your heart, And make it act an honest part;
-And, when they've each been fairly tried, I think you'll own that you have pride: Some one will suit you, as you go, And force your heart to tell you so; Butif they all should be denied, Then, you're too proud to own your pride!
The way to cure Pride.
kow I suppose, that, having tried, And found the secret of your pride, You ivish to drive it from your heart, And learn to act an humbler part.
-Acy sorry and slucere?
I'll try to help you then, my dear.
And first, the best, the surest way, Is to kneel downat once, and pray: The lowly tvor will attend, And strengthen youand stand your friem Tell him the mischief that you find For ever working in your mind; And beg his pardon for the past, And strength to overcome at last, But, then, you must not go your way,
And think it quite enough to pray: That is but doing half your task; For you must watch as well as ask. you pray for strength, and that is right; But, the" it must be strength to fight; For where's the use of being strong, Unless you conquer what is wrong? Then look within:--ask every thought, If it be humble as it ought. put out the smallest spark of pride The very moment 'tis descried: And do not stay to think it o'er, for while you wait it blazes more. If it should take you by surprise, And beg you just to let it rise, And promise not to keep yot. long? Say, 'IN*; the smallest pride is wrong." And when there's S omethi g so amiss, That pride says, "Take offence at thiss" Then if you feel at all inclin'd To brood upon it in your mind, And think revengeful thoughts within, nd wish it were not wrong to sin, stop at once! for if you dare o wish for sin, that sin is thetq! Twill, then, be best to go a hat God would take your pride away: rif just then you cannot go, ray in your thoughts, and God will know: nic beg his mnrcy to impart hat best of gifts, a, humbc heart. Remember, too, that you must pray,
26 Hymno for'
And watch, and labor, every day; Nor think it wearisome or hard To be for ever on your guard: No; every morning mu~t begin With resolutions not to sin; And every evening recollect How much you've fail'd in this respect. Ask, whether such a guilty heart Should act a proud, or humble part; Or, as the Savior was so mild, Inquire if pride becomes a child; And, when all other means are tried, Ue-humble that you've so much pride*
My Father, I thank thee for sleep,
For quiet and peaceable rest:
I thank thee for stooping to keep
An infant from being distrest:
0 how can a poor little creature repay Thy fatherly kindness by night and by da
My voice would be lisping thy praise Mly bert would tepay thee with lov
0 teach me to walk in thy ways,
And fit xne to see thee above;
For Jesus said, Letlittle children come i
And he wiltnot despise such an infant
As long as thou seest it right That here upon heart I should stay, I pray tee to guard mre by night, And help me to~erve thee by day; That when all the da3 s ofiny life shall be passed, I maywrhp thiee better,in heaven at last-,
An Evening "yran.
toRn,I have pss'ddanother dlay, Aid come to thank thee for~ thy.,ae
And listen to my evening praye
hy favor gives me daily bread, C And friends who all muy wan~s uply nil safely now I rest my hed Presery'd and guarded by thine eye.
Look down in pity, and forgive
Whate'er I've said or done amiss; And help me, every day I live,
To serve thee better than in this.
,Now, while I sleep. be pleas'd to take I
A helpless child beneath thy care: And condescend, for Jzsus' sake,
To listen to my evening pray'r.
For a ehild that feels it has a 'wicked heart.
WHAT is there, Lord, a child can do,
Who feels with guilt opprest? There's evil that I never knew
Before within my breast.
My thoughts are vain; my heart is ha
My temper apt to rise;
And when I seem upon my guard,
It takes me by surprise.
Whene'er to thy commands I turn, I find I've broken them;
And i tly holy scriptures learn, That God will sin condemn.
And yet, if I begin to pray, And lift my feeble cry,
Son.e thought of folly, or of play, Prevents me when I try.
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@n many Sabbaths, though I've heard
Of Jesus and of heaven,
J've scarcely listen'd to thy word,
Or pray'd to be forgiven!
O look with pity in thine eye
Upon a heart so hard!
Thou wilt not slight a feeble cry,
Or show it no regard.
The work I cannot undertake
I leave to thee alone;
And pray thee, for thy mercy's sake,
To change this heart of stone.
Against anger and impatiece.
WVHEN, for some little insult given,
My angry passions rise,
I'll think how Jesus came from heaven,
And bore his injuries.
He was insulted every day,
Though all his words were kind; But nothing men could do
Disturb'd his heavenly o
Not all the wicked sofs bhea
Against the truths he taught Excited one reviling word, Or one revengeful thoughts
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And when upon 'the cross he bled,
With all his foes in view;
"Father, forgive their sin," he said,
"They know not what they do."
Dear Jesus, may I learn of thee
My temper to amend;
-ut speak that pardoning word fot 'e
Whenever I offend.
ITurn of mine eyes from beholding vanity.'
LoRD, hear a sinful child complain Whose little heart is very vain,
And folly dwells within.
What's it fr thine eye can see, That is so very dear to me,
And leads me into sia?
'Whatever gives me most delight If 'tis offensive in thy sight,
I would no more pursue:Since nothing can be good for me, However pleasant it may be, That isdispleasing, Lord, to thee,
May I dislike it too.
When I attempt to read or pray, Some folly leads my heart astray,
And sends my thoughts abroad:How happy are the saints in bliss, Who love no sinful world like this, But all their joy and glory is
To serve and praise the Lordi
These trifling pleasures here belowI wonder why I love them s;
They cannot make me blest:
0 that to love my God might be The greatest happiness to me! And may he give me grace to see
That this is not my rest.
For~ &very litleehild
0 RAT it were my chief del
To do the things
To mind what I gr u
Wherever I am told to go,
I'D cheerfully obey:
Nor will I mind it much, although,
I leave a pretty play.
When I am bid, I'll freely bring
Whatever I have got;
And never touch a pretty thing,
If mothertells me not.
When she permits me, I may tell About my little toys; t she 's busy or unwell
I #t not make anoise.
And whba I learn my hymns to say,
And w6rk, and read, and spell, I will not think about my play;
But try and do it well.
For God looks down from heaven on high
Our actions to behold;
And he is pleas'd when children try Todo asthey are told.
On attending publie worship.
WHEv to the house of God we go, To hear his word, and sing his lov Weought to worship him below, Like all the saints in heaven above.7
They stand before his, pres~ieneow
And praise iDn better far than AVhIo only at his footstool bow, And love himi, thoug-h we~ cannot See
But God is present everywbere,
And watchs -llour! tlipugs andways. 1Ie sees who11 huimbly joiti in pr .yer,
And who sincerecly s ing his prai
And he the triflrs, too. can see
Who only sc m to tA( ka pa They move the IT, wAdb
But do nct seek himvn i 1
MIrni We nce'e trifle "c,
or Jose the d ltdhayiVD
I earth 1, hy Sad bat 1etto
To speld~ cnrity i eae.
A chid's uble carmfessioa ad pr~rer. A SINE, o1,01 ,behold I stand;
In zI*ogbt, and word, and devcl! Bu~t Jesus sits at thy right hand,
F'or such to intercede.
From early infancy, I know,
A. rebel ave beeii,
tl 4,as I older grow,
Vfear I grow in sin:
Bu~t Gdcan change this evil heart,
Aagive a holy. mind,.
And his own heavenly grace impart,
Which those who seek shall find.
Tro heaven can'reacb the softest n vorc3A child's repenting prayerForv tears are seen, and sighs are heard
And thoughts regarded, there. Then let me all my sins confess,
Adpronling grace implore;
Tha I aylove .my follies less
An loe y Savior more.
A bout 0%iug.
TECLL me, Mamma, if I must die-.
One day, -as little liabx (lied;
And look so very pale, and lie Down in the pit-hole by its side?
Shall I leave dear Papa and you, And never see you any more; Tell me, Mammas if this is trite; I did not know it was before.
Tis true, my lobye, that you thut The God who made you, says you nd every one of us shall lie, Like the dear 'baby, in the
these habds and feet, and bu l Shall waste and q ite ut though your bo abe dead There as a part wh can't'cutt
Tha whch ow thinks within your heart
An nd you ask if you must die;Tha i youtr son]-tbe better partWihGod has made to live on high.
Thswbo have loved him here below, 'Ad prayed to have their sins forgiven
Addone fiis holy will, shall go,
Like happy angels, tip to be-aven.
>So, while thoir bodies moulder here,
Their souls withGod hiniselfshall dwel But always recollect, my dcar,
That wicked people go to hell.
TIhere the good God shall never sniile,
Nor give them one reviving look; or since they chose to be so vile, He leaves them to the way they took.,
"Thou God seest me."
AMtheA dopt shades of night
rntherr. Wone who sees my wayi CE;--God is filt a shining light, That turn5 the dakesinto dlay.
Whenevey ee ziroun~d nie sletps,
M yI nut Sivihovt control? No, for'a coiint watch helkeeps,
On very thugiht ol ercry 'oui.
He smiles~ in heavenhfrwstbel He fis the air, the patthe sea:I must within his p renc dwvel; I cannot frora.i anger flee.Yet I may flee-he showsmewr; Tells reto Js CuR~,tfy And while be see mie weep ee
There's only mercy i
M Ylove I meet ths apyIay
With pleasure, an ihpainiz
wish to learn your future way,
But know the wish is vain.
A journey which can never end You have but just begun; nd hand in hand with many a friend
This little way have run:
But fiends, my love, how vain are they, For one infected breath
Nay snatch the tenderest away,
An seal them up in death.
Then whither should my darling fly?
In whom may she confide!
There is a Friend above the sky, 1Who waits to be her guide.
Ino 1fa lnteJ y .... His eye the path of life can
And has as clear a view
Of hills and allies yet to be,
As what are past to you.
He knows the point the very spot,
Whdre each of us shall fall;
And whose shall be the earflest lot,
And whose the last of all.
Dear cherish'd child! if you should have
To travel far alone,
And weep by turns at many a grave,
Before you reach your own,
May He who bade you weep, be nigh
To wipe away your tears,
And point you to a world on high,
Beyond these mournful years!
Yet, if it be his holy will,
I pray that hand in hand. W all may travel many a hi Of this the pilgrim's lan
With Zion's shining gate in 1 Through every danger rise; And form a family anew,
Unbroken, in the skies.
ikes God angry.
d, i all his works and ways,
ust our Creator be.
learn a lesson of his praise,
jFrom every thing I see.
Ten thousand creatures by his hand Were ought to life at first
Hiski teir different natures plann'd,
And made them from the dust
.He condescends to do them good,
Arid pities wheffthey cry;
For all their wants are understood By his attentive eye.
And can so kind a Father frown?
NVIII he, who stoops to care For little sparrows falling down, Despise an infant's prayer?
No; be regards the feeblest cry.
'Tis only when we sin
He puts the smile of mercy by, And lets his frown begin.
'Tis sin that ieve his holy mind,
And makes iager rise;
And sinaers oid or young shall nd
No F~tvor in his eyes:
iBut when the broken spiri And would froivi sin deat The GODof mercy never sun
That broken, humble heart.
-Jesus Christcamalinto the world to save sneu
Lo, at noon 'tis suddenugt Darkness covers all the Rocks are rending at the
Children, can you tellit.ilk What can all these ivonide
--Jesus dies at Calvary
Stretched uponl the cro;,b d
'low his tender fimFT For a oyal crown,, of l
Thvhave Imade himo v Cruelj hai-ds, that dar6 ohn Thorns; upon wm so tld
e! tie bld is failing fast
o his forehead and hi side! Listen! he has breath'd his last!
With a mighty groan he dievd!Children, shall I tell you why JEUs condescends to die? He, who was a king above, "Left his kingdom for a grave, Out of pity and of love,
That the, guilty he might save! Down to this sad world hlie flew, For such little ones as you! You were wretched, weak and vile;
You deserv'd h ,oly frown; ut he saw you with a smile, And, to save you, hasten'd down. Listen, children-this is why JESUS condescends to die. ome then, children, come and see;
Lift your little hands to pray: "Blessed JESUs pardon me, Hlelp a guilty infant" say; (Since it was for such as I "Thou didst condescend to die."
esssaid Sfer litte children to come unto m
As infants once to Cniiit were brought
That might ble th there,
So novr we little chilrn u To seek the samebypry.
For whnthifeel ad wr rr
'Fori them not," the Svo ad
Though now be is not here below,
But on ibis heavenly hill,
To him may little children go,
And seek a blessing still.
WNell pleasMd tlsat litl flck to se
The Savior kindly 8mld
Oh, then, be will not f w n4m
Because I am a child:
For as so many years ago
Poor babes his pity drew, I'm su e will not let me g
Wit a blessing too
Then hue 1, this favor to impoe
My Lle and I~
o t by sacrd hfin pQr,
D r E111s on mpy head
I cannot yo c~srepay;
B J hope, that, as o~lde~r I grow,.
I shall learn you~r tommtands to obey.
tJ ou lov'4d metefr could tell
Who it wa that so) tenderly smil'd; But now, that I know it so well, I asquid be a clutfial child.
I ar sorry that ever I sho "'d.
lBe naug hty, and give you a I hope I shall learn to be good, F And sonever grieve you agair
But, for fe.ar that I ever should dr
Fromn all your comands to et, Whenever I'm saving my pr Aye I'll S fr a dutiful heart.
THP monighours of cherfl 'ight,
Of lltheda arehbt;
But as tby speed their hasty fight, If every h~ur is spent ari ght, We sweetly ik tosep at night, Aiid pleasant is our rest.
And lfe is like a-summtu1 day,
It seems so quiickly past:
Youth is the nvwninq brigbtr nCfga,t ,knd if 'tis spent in wisdom' way Wc mneet old age wtut7
And death is sweet atlat
The lite Puigr,
T i 1 a pa'b that leads told
Ai the imds
It. 11I 1gitWW9 ~ rSn
b C1)a ,
Buil on %V4 v :rei
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How shall an infant pilgrim dare
This dangerous path to tread? For orn the way is many a snare
For youthful trav'llers spread;
While the broad road where thouo go,
Lies near, and opens fair, And many tMrn aside I know,
To walk with sinners there,
Nowd codestefdt emygie And -aHnvrsry When com toa owtheu alarm 4The at astl o'er ithh am orThs Iu mysfetyl venture And k -thes oft oh~f hae i iw Tilef sal ene thr .
An happ y list waile ein
In' as hyso e~erfu JWr.
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May we in safety sleep to-night,
From every danger free;
Because the darkness and the light
Are both alike to thee.
And when the rising sun displays
His cheerful beams abroad,
'Then shall our morning hymn of prai
Declare thy goodness Lord:
Brothers and sisters, hand in lhand;
Our lips together nmove;
Then smile upon this little l L Ld,
And join our hearts in love.
A shild's lamentation for the death of a dear mother.
A rooR afflicted child, I kneel
Before my heavenly Father's seat, To tell him all the grief I feel,
And spread my sorrows at his feet.
Yet I must weep; I cannot stay
These tears that trickle while I oc, Since thou art pleased to take away
So dear, so very dear a friend.
And now I recollect with h
The many times I griewL her som; Oh! if she would but conwragain,
I think I'd vex her so no more.
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How I would watch her gentle eye!
'Twould be my play to do her will! And she should' never have to sigh
Again, for my behaving ill!
But since she's gone so far away,
And cannot profit by my pains; Let me this childlike duty pay
To that dear parent who remains:
Let me console his broken heart,
And be his comfort, by my care: Then when at last we come to part,
I may not have such grief to bear.
For Sabbath Evening.
V l'vE passed another Sabbath day,
And h~oard of Jesus and of heaven; We thunk thee for thy m ord, and pray
That this day's sinsmay be forgiven.
Forgive our inattention, Lord,
Ourlooks abd tLboughtsthat wentastra Forgive our carelessicess abroad;
At home, our idleness and play.
May all we heard and understood lie well remembered through the we And help to make us wise and good, More humble, diligent, and meek.
Bless our good minister, wet Who loves to see a child attend And let us honor and obey The words of such a holy friend.
So when our lives are finish'd here,
And days and Sabbaths shall be o'er, May we along with bim appear,
To ser and love thee evermore.
Time and eternity.
h~ow long, sometimes, a day appears!
And weeks, bow loug are they! Months move as slow as if the years
Would never pass away.
It seems a long, long time ago,
That I was taught to read;
And since I was a babe, I know
'Tis very long indeed. ;
But even years are passing by,
And soon must all be gonao For day by day, as minutes fy,
Eternity comes on.
Days,months,and years, mua end;
Eternity has none; A I
'Twill always have as
As when-it first begun.
Great GOD! an infant cannot tell
How su h a thing can be: I only pray that I may dwell
That long, long time with thee.
Against yielding to temptation.
%Iy love, you have net with a trial to-da
Which I hop'd to have soen you oppose~ But, alas! in a moment your temper give way
And the pride of your bosom aroso.
I saw the temptation, and trembled,for f
Your good resolutions should dll:
And soon, by your eye, and your color, my de I found ou had broken them all.
0, Why did you suffer this truesnsi
To rise in your bosom again?
And when you pereeiv'd it alreadywti
0 why did you let it iumain?
As soon as temtation is put in your v
And passion is ready to start,
':xis thenu umust irv !osubdue it, and pray
For couae&A itdpat
Butnfow you can only within sorrow implore,
That J~sus would pardon your sin;
lWould help you to watch for your enemy moY6,
And put a neW temper within.
The day ofjmdgment.
Ilow dreadf'u,Lord, wifl b the flay
When all thetribes of ead shall r'ise; And those who dar'd to disobey
Be dragg'd before thine angry eyes!
The wicked child, 'who often heard
His piolis parents speak of the And fled from every serioujswod
Shall not be able then.- to flee.
No: hie shall see themn burst h o,,b
Ai- 'd rise,and leave hirntri ingtec To hear his evrerlastintg doom~,
Witb shame, andl terror, and despair.
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Whilst they appear at thy right hand,.
With saints and angels round the thron He, a poor guilty wretch, shall stand,
And bear thy dreadful wrath alone!
No parent, then, shall bid him pray
To him, who now the sinner hears; For CHRIST himself shall turn away,
And show no pity to his tears.
Great God; I tremble at the thou ght;
And at thy feet for mercy bend,
That, when to judgment I am brought,
Tbe Judge himself may be my friend.
Wmxa foolish thought within
Tries to take us in asnare, Conscience tells us 6"1t is sin,"' An Vntreats, us to beware.
If in something we transgress, And are tempted to deny,
Conscience says, ,Your fault confess; "Do not dare to tell a lie."
JIn the morning, when we rise, 1!And would fain omit to pray, 4~Child, consider," Conscience cries; cShoukId not God ioe sought to-day?"
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When, within his holy walls, Far abroad our thoughts we send5 Conscience often loudly calls,
And entreats us to attend.
Vhen our angry passions rise,
Tempting to revenge an. ill;
"Now subdue it," Conscience cries;
"Do command your temper still."
Thus, without our will or choice,
This good monitor within, Vith a secret, gentle voice,
Varns us to beware of sin.
But if we should disregard,
While this friendly voice would cal Conscience soon w ill grow 80 hard,
That it will not speak at all.
"4The Lord hath respect unto the lowly." JVRzExz is the high and lofty One?
His dwelling ii ofar;
He lives beyond the blazing sun,
And every distant star.
But God, whom thousand worlds cbey,
Descends to earthly ground, nd dwells in cottages of clay, If there his saints are found,
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Is not the heaven of heavens his own?
Yes, he is Lord of all;
And there, before his awful throne,
The saints and angels fall.
But, little child, with joy attend;
Forif you love him too,
This mighty God will condescend
To come and dwell with you.
For children at a Sunday school.
LORD, TmLy a few poor children raise To thee a hymn of humble praise? 'Tis by th3great compassion we Are taught to love and worship thee.
What wicked children we have been! Alas! how soon we learn'd to sin! But now we learn to read and pray, And not to break the Sabbath-day.
How condescending hodmust be, To love such little ones as we! He saw our sin with angry frown, And yet heloo'd with pity down.
0 if we should again begin To grieve outr God, and turn to sin, And let our giitty passions loose, We now shall bhe without excuse.
Remember, Lord, we are butdut 'T is to thy grace alone we trust Do thou instruct and%. guide us sil That we may ne'er forget thy will39
A M INUT E, how soon it is flown!
And vet how ii-Aportant it is!
,GoD calls every moment his own, For all our existence is lis;
And tho') we mn ; owiehn in fioliv and play Ile notices each that we squander away.
Why should we a minutedeps Because it ,;o quickly is o'er
We know that it rapidly flies,
And therefore shouldprize it the me Another, indeed, may appear in its ste But that precious minute for ever is fie
'Tis easy to squander our years,
In idleness, -olly, and strife;
But, oh! no repentance or tears
Can bring back one moment of Ii
t time, if welt spent, and rmprov'd as go, Render life pleasantand peaceful its do
And when dIl the minutes are past,
WhichGjn for our portion has.giva
We shall cheerfully welc e the 1If it safely conduct us to heaven, And 0 may we all the neces see, e Not knowing how near our last minute may
A enild's grave.
WHAT is this little grassy mound,
Where pretty daisies bloom?
What is there lying under ground?
-I is an infant's tomb.
Alas, poor baby, did it die?
How dismal that must be! To bid ts prty world good bye fiewzs vpy to me.
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....ilence, my child; for could w~e hear~i This happy baby's voice, WVe should not drop another teary But triumph and rejoice:
"(0 do not ever weep for me,"
The happy soul would say;
"NXor grieve, dear child, that I am free
"lFromn that poor sleeping clay."
"Mourn rnot because xuy ceblebreath
'-We$ SLOpp'd as soon as given "'There's nothing-torible indet
"To those wbo~eeme to heaven.
ONo sin, no sorrow, no complaints
"My pleasures here destroy:
"I live with GoD and 11 his sta~ints,
"And endless is our joy.
"While, with the spirits of the just,
"My SAVIOR I adore,
Cq snile upon my sleeping dust,
"That now can weep no more."
A child's prayer in sickness.
Siacx, mighty God, my health and ease
And life, belong to thee,
I might not Yrurmur, shopldst thou pleas STo take them all 'from me.
Thou hast a right to use thy roe,
Which I should meekly bear; And yet I may entreat that God
A sinful child wld spare.
I own the comforts Ipossess,
And thank thy care of me,
While thousands languish in distress,
And pjnb in poverty.
Yet look in pity on my pain;
My little strength restore;
And grant me life and health again,
To serve thee evermore.
A hymn of praise for recovery.
LoRD, th1 hast heard my humble voice
For all my pains depart:
0 grant that I may noir rejoice
With thankfulness of heart.
Many have died as young as I,
Though nurs'd with equal care, But God in pity heard my cry,
And has been pleas'd to spare.
Let me improve the years or days, Thy mercy lends me here; And show my gratitude and praise, By living in thy fear.
The kindness that my friends hah,@o
0 teach me to rcpaye
By double kindness of my owa
In every future day.
And, lest I need thy rod again, I pray thee to impart,
As long as health or life remain, A thankful, humble heart.
For a very little child in sickness
ALMitoTi Gon, I'm very ill, But cure me, if it be thy will;
For thou cast take away my pain,
And make me strong and well again.
Let me be patient every day, And mind what those who nurse me say
And grant that all I have to take May do me good, for Jesus' sake.
.. Fr a vry little child, upon getting well,
I THANK the Lord, who lives on high; He heard an infant pray, And cur'd me, that I should not die,
And took my pains away.
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0 let methank and love thee toAs long as I shall live;
And every naughty thing I dq, I pray thte to forgive.
Fora dying child.
My heavenly Father, I confess
That all thy ways are just,
Although I faint with sore distress,
And now draw near the dust.
How soon my health and strength are fled
And life is nearly past!
O smile upon my dying bed,
And love me to the last,
Once did the blessed Savior cry,
"Let little children come:" On this kind word I would rely
Since I am going home.
O take this guilty soul of n~ine,
That now will soon be gone,
And wash'it clean, and make it shinq,
With heavenly garments o
Be pleas'd to grant me easy death
If 'tis thy holy will, 4-1
And bid the struggles -of my breath
And allPy pais he still.
tNow, LoRD, in~ heaven hear my prayer;
Accept my dying praise;
And let me quickly meet thee there, A better song to raise..
Praise for daily mercies.
oD, I would own thy tender care
Aid all thy love to me;
e food I eat, the clothes I wear,
Are all bestow'd by thee.
'Tis thou preservest me from death
And dangers every hour: I cannot draw another breath Unless thou give me power.
ind angels guard me every night;
As round my bed they stay; Nor am I absent from thy sight In darkness, or by day.
My health, and friends, and parents, dear, To me by God are given, have not any blessing here
But what is sent from heavell.
Such goodness, Lord, and constant care; A child can ne'er repay;
But may it be my daily prayer To love thee aud obey.
The example of Christ.
JEsus CHRIST, my Lord and Savior, Owce became a child like me:
0 that in my whole behavior He my pattern still might be!
All my nature is unholh;
Pride and passion dwell within: But the Lord was meek and lowly,
And was never known to sin.
While Im often vainly trying
Some new pleasure to possess, l1e was always self-denying,
Patient in his worst distress.
Lord, assist a feeble crcatre;
Guide me by thy word of truth; Condescend to be my teacher
Through mny childhood and my youth.
Often I shall be forgetful
Of the lessons thou hast taught, Idle, passionate, and fretful,
Or indulging foolish thought.
Then permit me not to harden
In my sin, and be content; But bestow a gracious pardon
And assist'me to repeat.
Summer and Winter,
WHEI sweet summer flowers appea We wish that they always would last;
But winter must shortly he here,
To sweep them away with his bastITle ruses mst fiide, and the blossoms decay
Like winterold age will be found~;
Alsripp'd of our' blossoms and fruito
Westill may remain in the ground Though nothing be left but therot And wither'd and baere we must ever reman Ior spring will not cover our, branchesaan
Then let us since time's on th A
And deah adeternity near,
Endeavor wile et iii our spring, To pear o the end of the year
I hat we mantlo akwith remorse and dimy TJo thu ow this season was wagedaway.
And then, when the smer is gone,
Our youth and nMit~ril past,
Old age will come pleaantly on,
And baring us to glory at itat;
Nor shall we reflect, with a si!gh or ata On any gny season of hatppiness hee
In heaven no winter they know
To wither their pleasures away;
The plants that in Paradse grow Shall blossom, but neerdcay; Theo tidr these fading plalp oingerwel care,
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Love to Jesus.
WHEN JESUS CHRnST was here below,
And spread his works of love abroad, If I had liv'd so long ago;
I think I should have lov'd the Lord. JEsus, who was so very kind,
Who came to pardon sinful men, Who heal'd the sick, andcurd the blin
must I not have lov'd him then? t where is JEsUs?-is he dead? 0 no! he lives in heaven above; A "And blest are they," the SAvxoR said,
"Who, though the3 have not seen me, loxe He sees us from his throne on high,
As well as when on earth he dwelt; And when to him poor children cry,
He feels such love as then he felt. And if the Lord will grant me grace,
Much I will love him, and adore; But when in heaven I see his face,
'Twill be my joy to love him more.
God every where.
Gob made the world; in every latnd
His love and power abound:
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All are protected by his hand
Just as Columbia's ground.
The Indian hut, and English cot,
Alike his care must own,
Though savage nations know him not)
But worship wood and stone.
He sees and governs distant lands,
And constant bourity pours,
From wild Arabia's burning sands
To Lopland's frozen shores.
In forest shades, and silent plains,
Where feet have never trod,
There in majestic power h migns, An ever present GOD.
All the inhabitants of ear Who dwell beneath the, of different nations, nanie,n bith, He knows them every one.
Aike the rich and poor are known, The polish'd and the wild: He sees the king upon the throne, And every little child.
-hile he regards the wise and far, The noble and the brave, e listens to the beggar's prayer, And the poor Negro slave.
He knows the worthy from the vile,
And sends his mercy down.
None are too mean to share his smile
Or to provoke his frown.
Great God! and since thy piercing ey
My inmost heartcan see,
Teach me from every sin to fly,
And turn that heart to thee.
"Though he was rich, yet for oar sakes he I"o&
JEsUs was once despis'd and low,
A stranger, and distress'd; Without a home to which to go,
A pillow where to rest.
Now on a high majestic seat
He reigns above the sky;
And angels worship at his feet;
Or at his bidding fly.
Once he was bound with prickly thorn
And scoff'd at in his pain;
Now a bright crown his head adorns,
And he is king again.
But What a condescending king!
Who though he reigns so high,I Is pleas'd when little children sng,
And listens to their cry:
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ie sees them from his heavenly throne,
1He watches all their ways,
And stoops, to notice for his own
The youngest child that prays.
My r acild that iX for fault. LoRD, I have dar'd to disobey My friends on earth, and thee in heaven;
0 help me now to come and pray,
For Jesus' sake, to be forgiven.
I cannot say I did not know,
For I've been taught thy holy will; And while my conscience told me so,
And bade me stop, I did it still.
But thou wast there to see my crime,
And write it in thy judgment book,
0 make me fear another time,
A sinful thought, or word, or look.
Forgive me, Lord, forgive I pray;
This naughty thing that I have done; And take my sinful heart away,
And make me holy, like thy Son.
I. t tion from theheaven%. STARS, that on your wondrous way
Travel through the evening sky,
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Is there nothing you can say
To such a little child as I? Tell me, for I long to know, Who has made youiaparkle so?
-Yes, methinks I tar you say,
'Child of moiace, attend, While we run o ondrous way;
Listen; we voul be your friend; Teaching you that Name Divine, By whose mighty word we thine. Child, as truly as we roll
Through the dark and distant sky, You have an immortal soul,
Born to live when we shall die: Suns and planets pass away;
Spirits never can decay.
When some thousand years, at most,
All their little time have spent, One by one our sparkling host
Shall forsake the firmament; We shall from our glory fall; You must live beyond us all. Ye",-and God, who bade us roll,
God v ho hung us in the sky, Stoops to watch an infant's soul
With a condescending eye; And esteems, it dearer far, Alore in value, than a star! O then, while your breath is given,
Pour it out in fervent prayer, And beseech the Gon of heaven
To receive your spirit there;
bike a living star to blaze Lver to your Savior's praise.
Children encouraged to *k the Lord.
SIuALL I presume to venture near A, Gon o just and true? Or, sinful as I am, appear
Before his piercing view?
lIow oft 1 grieve his holy eye,
And break his righteous law; And think some thought of vanity With every breath I draw!
Let, Lord, a sinful child may turn To wisdom's pleasant ways; or Jssus' sake, thou wilt not spurn My feeble prayer and praise.
Ie died, that sinners, such as I, May have their sins forgiven; e died, that sinners when they die, AMay live with him in heaven.
is for this I come to pray, And on his grace depend, hat even at the judgment-day The Lord may be my friend.
LoRn, what is lifeq-'Tis like a flowe
That blossoms, ?nd is gone: We see it flouris-or an hour,
With all its beauty on;
t death comes, like a wintry day,
d cuts the pretty flower away.
Lord; what is life?-'Tis like the bow
That glistens in the sky:
We love to see its colors glow;
But while we-look they die: I Life fails as soon; to day 'tis here; To night-perhapb 'twill disappear.
Six thousand years have passed away
Since life began at first,
Atd millions, once alive and gay,
Are dead, and in the dust:
For life, in all its health and pride, Has death still waiting at its side.
And yet, this short, uncertain space
So foolishly we prize,
That heaven, that lastitig dwelling p
Seems nothing in our eyes. The words of sorrow and of bliss aIWe disregard, compar'd vith this'
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Lord, what is life.Twf spent with thee,
In duty, praise, and prayer, tlowever long or short it be,
We need but little care; Because eternity will last, When life, and even death are past.
'%Vznz should I be, if'God should say I inust not live another day, And send to take away my breath? What is eternity and death? Nly body is of little worth; 'Twould soon be mingled with the earth: We all were form'd of clay at first, And shall return again to dust: But where my living soul would go, I do not, and I cannot know; For none were e'er sent back to tell The joys of heaven or pains of hell, Yet heaven must be a world of bliss, Where God himselffor ever is; Where saints around his throne adore, And never sin nor suffer more.
And hell's a state of endless woe,
here unrepunting sinners go;'1- ugh none that seek the Savior's grace
Sl tver sece that dreadful Plarc
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0 let me, then,at once apply, To Him who did for sinners die! And this shall be my great reward, To dwell for ever with the Lord.
Lovx and kindness we may measure
By this simple rule alone:
Do we mind our neighbor's pleasure,
Just as if it were our own?
Let us try to care for others,
Nor suppose ourselves the best:
We should all be friends and brothers;
'Twas the Savior's last request.
His example we should borrow,
Who forsook his throne above, And endur'd such pain and sorrow,
Out of tenderness and love.
When the poor are unbefriended,
When we will not pity lend, Christ accounts himself offended,
Who is every creature's friend:
Let us not be so ungrateful,
Thus his goodness to reward; Selfishness, indeed, is hateful
In the followers cf the Lord,
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When a selfish thought would seizes, And our resolution break, Let us then remember JEsus, And resist it for his sake.
.,In the morning it flourisheth and groweth up; ih
the eveningit is out down and witheretk." THE flowers of the field,
That quickly fade away,
May well to us instruction yield,
Who die as soon as they.
That pretty rosebud see,
Decaying on the walk;
A storm came sweeping o'er the tree,
And broke its feeble stalk.
Just like an early rose,
I've seen an infant bloom;
But Death, perhaps, before it blows,
Will lay it in the tomb.
Then let us think on death,
Though we are young and gay;
For GOD, who gave our life and breath,
Can take them soon away.
To GOD, *ho loves them all,
Let children humbly cry:
And then, whenever Depth may call,
They'll be prepar'd to die.
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IN a modest humble mind God himself will take delight; But the proud and haughty find
They are hateful in his sight.
Jesus Christ was meek and mild, And no angry thoughts allowed: 0, then, shall a little dhild Dare to be perverse and proud!
This, indeed, should never be; Lord, forbid it, we entreat;
Grant they all may learn of thee, That humility is sweet:
AMake it shine in every part; Fill them with this heavenly grace; For a little infant's heart Surely is its proper place.
"tSet your affections on things above." Wny should our poor enjoyments here Be thought so pleasant and so dear,.
And tempt our hearts astray?*
Our brightest joys are fading fast, The longest life will soon be past4
And if we go to heaven at last,
We tieed not wish to stay.
For when we come to dwell aboye Where all is holiness and loves And endless pleasures flowt Our threescore years and ten will seem just like a short and busy dream; And 0, how poor we then shall deem
Our best pursuits below!
Perhaps the happy saints in bliss L.0ok down from their bright world to thi
Where once they used to dwell; And wonder why we trifle so, And love these vanities below, And live as if we did not know
There wasa heaven and hell.
For the Int day of the yar. Tims year is just going away,
The moments are finishing fast: My heart have you nothing to say
Concerning the time that is past? Now, while in my chamber alone, Where God will be present to hear, I'll try to remember and own,
The faults I have committed this year. Lord, I'm asham'd to confess, How often I've broken thy day; Perhaps I have thought of my dress, Or wasted the moments in ilay: And when the good minister tried To make little children attend,
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I was thinking of something beside,
Or wishing the sermon would end!l How often I rose from my bed,
And did not remember my prayer;i Or if a few words I have said, I Mythoughts have been going else who Ill temper, and passion, and pride,
Have griev'd my dear parents and the And seldom I've heartily tried
Obedient and gentle to be!
But, Lord, thou already hast known
Much more of my folly than I; There is not a fault I can own,
Too little for God to descry: Yet'hear me, and help me to feel
How wicked and weak I must be; And let me not try to conceal
The largest, or smallest from thee. This year is just going away,
The moments are finishing fast; Look own in thy mercy I pray,
To pardon the time that is past: And as soon as another begins,
So help me to walk in thy fear, That I may not with fohies and sins
Di figure and waste a new year.
The lily of the valley.
CO.iE, my love, and do not spurn From a little Rower to learn-
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see the lily on the bed, jIaging down its modest head: WThile it scarcely can be seen, Folded in its leaf of green. yet we love the lily well, For its sweet and pleasant smell; And would rather call it ours, Than a many gayer flowers; pretty lilies seem to be Emblems of humility. Come my love and do not spurn From a little flower to learn:-Let your temper be as sweet As the lily at your feet: Be as gentle, be as mild; Be a modest simple child. 'Tis not beauty that we prizeLike a summer flower it dies; But humility will last, Fair and sweet when beauty's past; And the SAVIOR from above Views a hunble child with love.
*Then the Lord called Samuel, and Samuel aid,
Speak, for thy servanthe reth."
W1'HEx little Samuel woke,
And heard his MAKER'S VOice, At every word he spoke,
How qLuch did he rejoice.
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0 blessed, happy child to find The God of heaven so near and kind!
If God would speak to me,
And say, He was my friend, How happy I should be!
0 how would I attend!
The smallest sin I then should fear, If GOD ALMIGHTY were so near.
And does he never speak?
0 yes; for in his -a ord
He bids me come and seek
The GOD that Samuel heard: In almost every page I see, The GoD of Samuel calls to me.
And I beneath his care
May safely rest my head; I know that GOD is there,
To guard my humble bed: And every sin I well may fear, Since GOD A.MIGHTY iS so near.
Like Samuel, let me say,
Whene'er I read his word, Speak, Lord; I would obey
The voice that I have heard: And when I in thy house app ar, speak, for thy servant waits to hear."
On repeating the catechism,
As Mary sat at Jesus' feet,
To learn her Maker's will,
WVe in the Savior's presence meet,
And hear his doctrine still.
Still he beholds the wandering look,
mach foolish thought discerns; And knows who idles at his bo
And who in earnest learns.,
1cr that meek attentive m ad,
ich happy Mary show'd!
that instruction may we find,
"'hat was on her bestow'd.
-"e are taught the sacred word
The Savior first convey'd;
And here the doctrines we have heard Are plain and easy made.
'Tis here we learn the glorious name Of GOD, who reigns-above; And while we read ofsinner's shame Are taught the SAvO's love.
Lord! while we thank the grace
That sepds this happy We still would sit in Mary's lace, Her better part to choose.
84 Hymns for
THE God of heaven is pleas'd to see A little family agree; And will not slight the praise they bri When loving children join to sing.
For love and kindness please him m Than if we gave him all our store; And children here, who dwell in love, Are like his happy ones above.
The gentle child, tlhat tries to please; That hates to quarrel, firet, and teaze; And would not say an angry word: That child is pleasing to the Lord.
Great God! forgive, whenever we Forget thy will, and disagree;
And grant that each of us may find The sweet delight bf heing kind.
The condescension of God.
GoD-wbiat a great and awful word!
0 who ca speak his worth! By saints in heaven he is ador'd,
And feared by men on earth! And yet a little child may bend, And say my'father and my friend!
The glorious sun that blazes high,
The moon, more pale tad dim: And all the stars that fill the sky,
Are made and rul'd by him;
And yet a child may ask his care, And call upon his name in prayer!
And this large world of ours below,
The waters and the land,
With all the trees and floweN that grow,
Were fashioned by his hand;
Yes, and he forms our infant raceAnd even I may seek his grace;
Ten thousand angels si g his praise On high to harps of gold; But holy angels dare not gaze,
His brightness to behold
86 Hymns for
Yet a poor lowly infant May
*Lift up his voice to God, and pray!
The asints in heaven before him fall, S And round his throne appear SAdam, and Abraham, and all
Who lov'd and serv'd him here;
And 1, a child on earth may raise M y feeble voice in humble praise.
SAnd all his faithful servants now,
The wvise, and good, and just,
Before his sacred footstool bow,
And own they are but dust;
But what can I presume to say?
Yet he will listen when I pray.
0 yes; when little children cry,
He harkens to their prayer;
His throne of grace is always nigh,
2 And I will venture there: I'll go depending on his word,
And seek his grace through Christ the Lord.
The child of affluence.
How many poor indigent children I see Who want all the comforts bestow'd upan me! But tho' rn, preservd from, such want and distress I'm quite, as unworthy of all 1, possess.
while I am'partaking a plentiful meal, How many the cravings of appetite feel! Poorchildren,as young and as helpless as 1, Who yet have no money their wants to snpplyl
If I were~so destitute, friendless, and poor, I-low could I such liardsldp and suffring endure! Then let me be thankful, and humblyadoei~ My God 'who biasgraciusly given~ mo nre.
And sinceiwith so manycomforts am blest, May it be mi delight to relieve thedistrest; For God hAS declar'd, and his p~romise is sure, Tbat blessed 4re thecy who cons-der the poor.
The cld of poverty.
LORD I am poor. yet hear my~ call;
Afford nie daily, bread;
88 Hymns for
Give me at least the crumbs that fall
From tables richly spread.
Thou canst for all my wants provide,''
And bless my homely crust:
The ravens cry, and are supply'd,
And ought not I to trust?
Behold the lilies bow they grow,
Though they can nothing do;
And will not God, who clothes them so
Afford me raiment too?
lut seeing, Lord, thou dost withhold
The riches some possess,
Grant me what better is than gold,
Thy grace and rightequsness.
Infani Minds. 89
0 may I heavenly treasures find, And choose the better ])art; Give me anhumble pious mind, A meek and lowly heart.
Forgive my sins, my follies cure,
And grant the grace I need;
And then though I am mean and poor,
I shall be rich indeed.
Praise to God.
ALMIOHTY GoD, who dwellest high,
Where mortals cannot gaze, If thou wilt listen, I will try
To sing a hymn of praise.
Angels adore thee, and rejoiceSuch praise to thee belongs;
But wilt thou hear my feeble voice,
Amid their lofty songs?
My thoughts are vain, my heart is har
And poor the thanks I pay;
0 how unworthy thy regard
Is all that I can say!
My feeble powers can never rise
To praise thee as I ought;
For thou art great, and good and wise,
Beyond my highest thoulht
go Hymns for
The happy souls who dwell on high
Can tell thy glories best; And may I enter when I die,
The mansions of the blest!
There we shall better praises bring,
And raise our voices higher,
Angels will teach us how to sing.
And we shall never tire.
Heaven and Elarth.
ComF, let us now forget our mirth,
And think that we must diez
What are our best delights on earth,
Compar'd with those on high?
Asad and sinful world is this, Although it seems so fair;
But heaven is perfect joy and bliss,
Yor God himself is there.
Here all our pleasures soon are past,
Our brightest joys decay;
But pleasures there forever last,
And cannot fade away.
Here many a pain and bitter groan,
Our feeble bodies tear;
But pain and sickness remot known, And never shall be, there.
lTere sins and sorrows we deplore, With many cares wistrest But there the 4urs weep n m
And thoer the weary rest.
Our dearest friends whe death shall call,
At once must hence depart;
But there we hope to meet them all,
And nexer, never part.
Then let us love and serve the Lord
With all our youthful powers;
And we shall gain this great reward,
This glory "I be ours.
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