Hymns for infant minds

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Title:
Hymns for infant minds and original hymns for Sunday Schools
Physical Description:
139 p., 1 leaf of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 17 cm.
Language:
English
Creator:
Taylor, Ann, 1782-1866
Taylor, Jane, 1783-1824 ( Author )
Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
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T. Nelson and Sons
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London ;
Edinburgh ;
New York
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Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Prayer -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Glory of God -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1881   ( lcsh )
Hymns -- 1881   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1881
Genre:
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Hymns   ( rbgenr )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
Scotland -- Edinburgh
United States -- New York -- New York

Notes

Statement of Responsibility:
by Ann and Jane Taylor.
General Note:
Frontispiece printed in colors.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management:
All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
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aleph - 002238331
notis - ALH8831
oclc - 21189717
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HYMNS FOR INFANT MINDS.

A CHILD'S HYMN OP PRAISE, ... ... ... ... 11
COMING TO JESUS, ... ... ... .. ... 12
ABOUT GOD, WHO MADE THE SUN AND MOON, ... ... 13
FOR A CHILD WHO HAS BEEN VERY NAUGHTY, ... ... 15
"OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN," ... ... ... 16
"EARLY WILL I SEEK THEE," ... ... ... ... 17
ENCOURAGEMENT FOR LITTLE CHILDREN, ... ... 19
THE BIBLE, ... ... ... ... ... ... 20
AGAINST WANDERING THOUGHTS, ... ... ... 21
"A BROKEN AND A CONTRITE HEART, O GOD, THOU WILT
NOT DESPISE," ... ... ... ... ... 22
THE WAY TO FIND OUT PRIDE, ... ... ... ... 23
THE WAY TO CURE PRIDE, ... ... ... ... 25
A MORNING HYMN, ... ... ... ... ... 27
AN EVENING HYMN, ... ... ... ... ... 28
FOR A CHILD THAT FEELS IT HAS A WICKED HEART, ... 29
AGAINST ANGER AND IMPATIENCE, ... ... ... 30
"TURN AWAY MINE EYES FROM BEHOLDING VANITY," ... 31
FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD, ... ... ... ... 32
ON ATTENDING PUBLIC WORSHIP, ... ... ... 33
A CHILD'S HUMBLE CONFESSION AND PRAYER, ... ... 34
ABOUT DYING, ... ... ... ... ... 35
"THOU GOD SEEST ME," ... ... ... ... 7











vi CONTENTS.


TO A LITTLE SISTER ON HER BIRTH-DAY, ... ... 38
SIN MAKES GOD ANGRY, ... ... ... ... 40
" JESUS CHRIST CAME INTO THE WORLD TO SAVE SINNERS," 41
JESUS SAID, SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME," 43
LOVE AND DUTY TO PARENTS, ... ... .. 44
THE DAY OF LIFE, ... ... ... ... ... 45
THE LITTLE PILGRIM, ... ... ... ... ... 45
AN EVENING HYMN FOR A LITTLE FAMILY, ... ... 47
A CHILD'S LAMENTATION FOR THE DEATH OF A DEAR
MOTHER, ... ... ... ... ... ... 48
FOR SABBATH EVENING, ... ... ... ... 49
TIME AND ETERNITY, ... ... ... .. ... 50
AGAINST YIELDING TO TEMPTATION, ... ... ... 51
THE DAY OF JUDGMENT, ... ... ... ... 52
CONSCIENCE, ... ... ... .. ... ... 53
"THOUGH THE LORD BE HIGH, YET HATH HE RESPECT UNTO
THE LOWLY," ... ... ... ... ... 55
FOR CHILDREN AT A SUNDAY SCHOOL, ... ... ... 56
"A MINUTE, ... ... ... .. .. ... 57
"A CHILD'S GRAVE, ... ... ... ... ... 58
"A CHILD'S PRAYER IN SICKNESS, ... ... ... 59
"A HYMN OF PRAISE FOR RECOVERY, ... ... ... 60
FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD IN SICKNESS, ... ... 61
FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD UPON GETTING WELL, ... 61
FOR A DYING CHILD, ... ... ... ... ... 62
PRAISE FOR DAILY MERCIES, ... ... ... ... 63
THE EXAMPLE OF CHRIST, ... ... ... ... 64
SUMMER AND WINTER, ... ... ... ... 65
LOVE TO JESUS, ... ... ... ... ... 67
GOD EVERYWHERE, ... ... .. ... ... 68
"THOUGH HE WAS RICH, YET FOR OUR SAKES HE BECAME
POOR," ... ... ... ... ... ... 69
FOR A CHILD THAT IS SORRY FOR A FAULT, ... ... 70
INSTRUCTION FROM THE HEAVENS, ... ... ... 71
CHILDREN ENCOURAGED TO SEEK THE LORD, ... ... 73
UPON LIFE ... ... ... ... ... ... 74










CONTENTS. Vii


UPON DEATH, ... ... ... ... ... 75
AGAINST SELFISHNESS, ... ... ... ... 76
"IN THE MORNING IT FLOURISHETH AND GROWTH UP," 78
HUMILITY, ... ... ... ... ... ... 79
"SET YOUR AFFECTIONS ON THINGS ABOVE," ... ... 79
FOR THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR, ... ... ... 80
THE LILY OF THE VALLEY, ... ... ... ... 82
"THEN THE LORD CALLED SAMUEL: AND SAMUEL SAID,
SPEAK; FOR THY SERVANT HEARETH," ... ... 83
ON REPEATING THE CATECHISM, ... ... ... 85
BROTHERLY LOVE, ... ... ... ... ... 86
THE CONDESCENSION OF GOD, ... ... ... ... 87
STH E C H I L D O F A F F L U E N C E . . . . . 8 9
THE CHILD OF POVERTY, ... ... ... ... 89
PRAISE TO GOD, ... ... ... ... ... 91
HEAVEN AND EARTH .. ... ... ... ... 92




HYMNS FOR SUNDAY SCHOOLS.

FOR SUNDAY MORNING, ... ... ... ... 97
THINGS THAT OUGHT TO BE REMEMBERED, ... ... 98
WHAT MUST YOU DO FOR THIS GREAT GOD WHO IS SO
GOOD TO YOU? ... ... ... ... ... 99
ABOUT JESUS CHRIST, WHO DIED FOR SINNERS, ... 100
-AGAINST SPITE AND ANGER, ... ... ... .. 101
WHAT DOTH GOD DO FOR YOU? ... ... ... 103
DO NOT PUT OFF TILL TO-MORROW WHAT SHOULD BE DONE
TO-DAY, ... ... .. ... ... ... 104
WE SHOULD DO AS WE WOULD BE DONE BY, ... ... 105
THE FOLLY OF FINERY, ... ... ... ... 106
A HYMN FOR THE CHILDREN TO SING, ... ... ... 107
UPON PAYING PROPER ATTENTION AT SCHOOL, ... ... 108
ABOUT DAVID, ... ... ... ... ... 109
GRATITUDE FOR INSTRUCTION, ... ... ... ... 111
ABOUT REPENTING, ... ... ... ... ... 112










VIl1 CONTENTS.


WHAT IF YOU DO NOT FEAR GOD, NOR LOVE HIM, NOR
SEEK TO PLEASE HIM? ... ... ... ... 113
ON THE DEATH OF A SCHOOLFELLOW, ... ... ... 114
GOD SEES EVERYTHING AND KNOWS EVERYTHING, ... 116
ABOUT JEALOUSY, AND WHAT IT COMES TO, ... ... 117
UPON THE SHORTNESS AND UNCERTAINTY OF LIFE, ... 118
"A HYMN OF PRAISE FOR THE CHILDREN TO SING, ... 119
"A CHILD'S PRAYER, ... ... ... ... ... 120
GOD PUNISHES LIARS, ... ... ... ... 121
ABOUT THE BIBLE, ... .. ... ... .. 122
ABOUT DANIEL, ... ... ... ... ... 123
WHEN SAYING THE CATECHISM, ... ... ... 124
WHEN A SCHOLAR IS TURNED AWAY FOR BAD BEHAVIOUR, 126
UPON DISMISSING A GOOD CHILD WHO HAS FINISHED
SCHOOLING, ... ... ... ... ... 127
"A PUBLIC HYMN FOR THE TEACHERS, ... ... ... 128
"A PUBLIC HYMN FOR THE CHILDREN, ... ... ... 130
THANKS TO TEACHERS, ... ... ... ... 131
UPON THE GREATNESS OF GOD, AND THE SIN OF OFFEND-
ING HIM, ... ... ... ... ... 132
A HYMN FOR A POOR CHILD, ... ... ... ... 133
UPON THE PLEASURES OF INDUSTRY AND CONTENTMENT, 134
ABOUT SOLOMON, ... ... ... ... ... 135
TO CHILDREN WHO ARE IDLE AND UNGRATEFUL, ... 137
TO PARENTS AND CHILDREN, ... ... .. 188





















HYMNS FOR INFANT MINDS.




















HYMNS FOR INFANT

MINDS.




A CHILD'S HYMN OF PRAISE.

I THANK the goodness and the grace
Which on my birth have smiled,
And made me, in these Christian days,
A happy English 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.

I was not born a little slave,
To labour in the sun,
And wish I were but in the grave,
And all my labour done.








12 COMING TO JESUS.

I was not born without a home,
Or in some broken shed,
A gipsy baby, taught to roam,
And steal my daily bread.

My God, I thank thee, who hast planned
A better lot for me,
And placed me in this happy land,
Where I may hear of thee.



COMING TO JESUS.

JESUS, that condescending King,
Is pleased to hear when children sing;
And while our feeble voices rise,
Will not the humble prayer despise.

Then keep us, Lord, from every sin
Which we can see and feel within;
And what we neither feel nor see,
Forgive, for all is known to thee.

We own there's nothing good in us
To tempt thee to befriend us thus:
We cannot think a single thought,
Nor even thank thee, as we ought.








ABOUT GOD, WHO MADE THE SUN AND MOON. 13

Yet, Lord, we humbly venture nigh,
Because thou camest down to die:
And this is all the plea we make-
Oh save us for thy mercy's sake !"



ABOUT GOD, WHO MADE THE SUN
AND MOON.

Child.
I SAW the glorious sun arise
From yonder mountain gray;
And as he travelled through the skies,
The darkness went away,
And all around me was so bright,
I wished it would be always light.

But when his shining course was done,
The gentle moon drew nigh,
And stars came twinkling, one by one,
Upon the shady sky.
Who made the sun to shine so far,
The moon, and every twinkling star ?

fMamma.
'Twas God, my child, who made them all,
By his almighty skill:








14 ABOUT GOD, WHO MADE THE SUN AND MOON'.

He keeps them, that they do not fall,
And guides them as he will;-
That glorious God, who lives afar,
In heaven, beyond the highest star.

Child.
How very great that God must be,
Who rolls them through the air!
Too high, mamma, to notice me,
Or listen to my prayer !
Oh tell me, will he condescend
To be a little infant's friend ?

Mamma.
He will, my love; for though he made
Those wonders in the sky,
You never need to be afraid
He should neglect your cry:
For, humble as a child may be,
A child that prays he loves to see.

Behold the daisy where you tread,
That little lowly thing;
Behold the insects overhead
That play about in spring :
Though we may think them mean and small,
Yet God takes notice of them all.








FOR A CHILD WHO HAS BEEN VERY NAUGHTY. 15

And will not Jesus deign to make
A feeble child his care ?
Ah, yes he died for children's sake,
And loves the infant's prayer.
God made the stars and daisies too,
And watches over them and you.



FOR A CHILD WHO HAS BEEN VERY
NAUGHTY.

LORD, I confess before thy face
How naughty I have been:
Look down from heaven, thy dwelling-place,
And pardon this my sin.

Forgive my temper, Lord, I pray,
My passion and my pride;
The wicked words I dared to say,
And wicked thoughts beside

I cannot lay me down to rest
In quiet, on my bed,
Until with shame I have confessed
The naughty things I said.

The Saviour answered not again,
Nor spoke an angry word,
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16 "OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN."

To all the scoffs of wicked men,
Although he was their Lord !

And who am I, a sinful child,
Such angry words to say !
Make me as mild as He was mild,
And take my pride away.

For Jesus' sake, forgive my crime,
And change this stubborn heart;
And grant me grace, another time
To act a better part.



"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 wilt thou listen to the praise
That such a little one can raise ?

Art thou my Father --Let me be
A meek, obedient child to thee;








"EARLY WILL I SEEK THEE." 17

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 at last,
When all my days on earth are past,
Send down and take me in thy love
To be thy better child above.



EARLY WILL I SEEK THEE."

Now that my journey's just begun,
My course so little trod,
I'll stay, 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.

What sorrows may my steps attend,
I cannot now foretell;
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18 "EARLY WILL I SEEK THEE."

But if the Lord will be my friend,
I know that all is well

If all my earthly friends should die,
And leave me mourning here,
Since God regards the orphan's cry,
Oh, what have I to fear ?

If I am rich, he'll guard my heart
Temptation to withstand,
And make me willing to impart
The bounties of his hand.

If I am poor, he can supply
Who has my table spread,
"Who feeds the ravens when they cry,
And fills his poor with bread.

And, Lord, whatever grief or ill
For me may be in store,
Make me submissive to thy will,
And I would ask no more.

Attend me through my youthful way,
Whatever be my lot;
And when I'm feeble, old, and gray,
O Lord, forsake me not.








ENCOURAGEMENT FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 19

Then still, as seasons hasten by,
I 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;
He always lends a gracious ear
To what the youngest child can say.

His own most holy Book declares
He loves good little children still;
And that he answers all their prayers,
Just as a tender father will.

He will not scorn an infant tongue
That thanks him for his mercies given;
And when by babes his praise is sung,
Their cheerful songs ascend to 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 denied.








20 THE BIBLE.



THE BIBLE.

THIS is a precious book indeed !
Happy the child that loves to read !
'Tis God's own word, which he has given
To show our souls the way to heaven.

It tells us how the world was made;
And how good men the Lord obeyed;
Here his commands are written, too,
To teach us what we ought to do.

It bids us all from sin to fly,
Because our souls can never die;
It points to heaven, where angels dwell,
And warns us to escape from hell

But, what is more than all beside,
The Bible tells us Jesus died !
This is its best, its chief intent,
To lead poor sinners to repent.

Be thankful, children, that you may
Read this good Bible every day:
'Tis God's own word, which he has given
To show your souls the way to heaven.








AGAINST WANDERING THOUGHTS. 21



AGAINST WANDERING THOUGHTS.

WHEN daily I kneel down to pray,
As I am taught to do,
God does not care for what I say
Unless Ifeel it too.

Yet foolish thoughts my heart beguile;
And when I pray or.sing,
I'm often thinking all the while
About some other thing.

Some idle play, or childish toy,
Can send my thoughts abroad;
Though this should be my greatest joy-
To love and seek the Lord.

Oh let me never, never dare
To act the trifler's part;
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, while I seek him with my voice,
My heart will love him too.








22 "A BROKEN AND A CONTRITE HEART."



"A BROKEN AND A CONTRITE HEART,
O GOD, THOU WILT NOT DESPISE."

THOUGH God preserves me every hour,
And feeds me day by day,
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 :-
Then is there nothing I can do
To prove my grateful love ?

A broken heart he'll not despise,
For 'tis his chief delight;
This is a humble sacrifice,
Well-pleasing in his sight.

Though treasures brought before his throne
Would no acceptance find,
He kindly condescends to own
A meek and lowly mind.







THE WAY TO FIND OUT PRIDE. 23

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.

PRIDE, ugly Pride, sometimes is seen
By haughty looks and lofty mien.
But oft'ner it is found that Pride
Loves deep within the heart to hide;
And while the looks are mild and fair,
It sits and does its mischief there.

Now if you really wish to find
If Pride be lurking in your mind,
Inquire if you can bear a slight,
Or patiently give up your right.
Can you submissively consent
To take reproof and punishment,
And feel no angry temper start
In any corner of your heart 1
Can you at once confess a crime,
And promise for another time?
Or say you've been in a mistake;
Nor try some poor excuse to make,








24 THE WAY TO FIND OUT PRIDE.

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;
Nor flatly contradict again,
But wait, or modestly explain,
And tell your reasons one by one,
Nor think of triumph when you've done ?
Can you, in business or in play,
Give up your wishes or your way?
Or do a thing against your will
For somebody that's younger still?
And never try to overbear,
Nor say a word that is not fair ?
Does laughing at you in a joke
No anger nor revenge provoke;
But can you laugh yourself, and be
As merry as the company ?
Or, when you find that you could do
The harm to them they did 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;








THE WAY TO CURE PRIDE. 25

But, if they all should be denied,
Then you're too proud to own your Pride.



THE WAY TO CURE PRIDE.

Now I suppose that, having tried,
And found the secret of your Pride,
You wish to drive it from your heart,
And learn to act a humbler part.
Well, are you sorry and sincere 1-
I'll try to help you, then, my dear.
And first, the best and surest way
Is to kneel down at once and pray:
The lowly Saviour will attend,
And strengthen you and stand your friend.
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 then, it must be strength to fight;
For where's the use of being strong,
Unless you conquer what is wrong ?








26 THE WAY TO CURE PRIDE.

Then look within-ask every thought,
If it be humble as it ought;
Put out the smallest spark of Pride
The very moment 'tis described;
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 you long,
Say, No! the smallest Pride is wrong."
And when there's something so amiss,
That Pride says, Take offence at this;"
Then, if you feel at all inclined
To brood upon it in your mind,
And think revengeful thoughts within,
And wish it were not wrong to sin,
Oh, stop at once !-for if you dare
To wish for sin, that sin is there.
Twill then be best to go and pray
That God would take your Pride away;
Or if just then you cannot go,
Pray in your thoughts, and God will know.
And beg his mercy to impart
That best of gifts-a humble heart.
Remember, too, that you must pray,
And watch, and labour, every day;
Nor think it wearisome or hard
To be for ever on your guard.








A MORNING HYMN. 27

No; every morning must begin
With resolutions not to sin;
And every evening recollect
How much you've failed in this respect.
Ask whether such a guilty heart
Should act a proud or humble part;
Or, as the Saviour was so mild,
Inquire if Pride becomes a child.
And, when all other means are tried,
Be humble, that you've so much Pride.




A MORNING HYMN.

MY Father, I thank thee for sleep,
For quiet and peaceable rest;
I thank thee for stooping to keep
An infant from being distressed:
Oh, how can a poor little creature repay
Thy fatherly kindness by night and by day ?


My voice would be lisping thy praise,
My heart would repay thee with love.
Oh teach me to walk in thy ways,
And fit me to see thee above:
For Jesus said, Let little children come nigh;"
And he will not despise such an infant as L








28 AN EVENING HYMN.

As long as thou seest it right
That here upon earth I should stay,
I pray thee to guard me by night,
And help me to serve thee by day;
That when all the days of my life shall have passed,
I may worship thee better in heaven at last.



AN EVENING HYMN.

LORD, I have passed another day,
And come to thank thee for thy care:
Forgive my faults in work" and play,
And listen to my evening prayer.

Thy favour gives me daily bread,
And friends who all my wants supply;
And safely now I rest my head,
Preserved 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 on this.

Now, while I speak, be pleased to take
A helpless child beneath thy care;
And condescend, for Jesus' sake,
To listen to my evening prayer.








A CHILD THAT FEELS IT HAS A WICKED HEART. 29



FOR A CHILD THAT FEELS IT HAS
A WICKED HEART.

WHAT is there, Lord, a child can do
That feels with guilt oppressed?
There's evil that I never knew
Before within my breast.

My thoughts are vain; my heart is hard;
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 in thy Holy Scriptures learn
That God will sin condemn.

And yet, if I begin to pray,
And lift my feeble cry,
Some thought of folly or of play
Prevents me when I try.

On many Sabbaths, though I've heard
SOf Jesus and of heaven,
I've scarcely listened to thy word,
Or prayed to be forgiven.








30 AGAINST ANGER AND IMPATIENCE.

Oh, look with pity in thine eye
Upon a heart so hard!
Thou wilt not slight a feeble cry,
Or show it no regard.

I feel there is no strength in me
To do that work alone;
But, Lord, I come and cry to thee
To change this heart of stone.



AGAINST ANGER AND IMPATIENCE.

WHEN 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 or say
Disturbed his heavenly mind.

Not all the wicked scoffs he heard
Against the truths he taught,
Excited one reviling word,
Or one revengeful thought.








"TURN MINE EYES FROM BEHOLDING VANITY." 31

And when upon the cross he bled,
With all his foes in view,
Father, forgive them," Jesus said;
They know not what they do."

Dear Saviour, may I learn of thee
My temper to amend;-
But speak that pard'ning word for me
Whenever I offend.


"TURN AWAY MINE EYES FROM
BEHOLDING VANITY."

LORD, hear a sinful child complain,
Whose little heart is very vain,
And folly dwells within.
What is it-for thine eye can see-
That is so very dear to me,
That steals my thoughts away from thee,
And leads me into sin ?

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 is displeasing, Lord, to thee;-
May I dislike it too !








32 FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD.

When I attempt to read or pray,
I'm often thinking of my play,
Or some such idle thing.
How happy are the saints in bliss,
Who love no sinful world like this,
But all their joy and glory is
To praise their heavenly King !

These trifling pleasures here below-
I wonder why I love them so;
They cannot make me blest.
Oh, 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 A VERY LITTLE CHILD.

OH, that it were my chief delight
To do the things I ought!
Then let me try with all my might
To mind what I am taught.

Wherever I am told to go,
I'll cheerfully obey;
Nor will I mind it much, although
I leave a pretty play.








ON ATTENDING PUBLIC WORSHIP. 33

"When I am bid, I'll freely bring
Whatever I have got;
And never touch a pretty thing,
If mother tells me not.

When she permits me, I may tell
About my little toys;
But if she's busy or unwell,
I must not make a noise.

And when I learn my hymns to say,
And work, 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 pleased when children try
To do as they are told.




ON ATTENDING PUBLIC WORSHIP.

WHEN to the house of God we go,
To hear his word and sing his love,
We ought to worship him below
As saints and angels do above.
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34 A CHILD'S HUMBLE CONFESSION AND PRAYER.

They stand before his presence now,
And praise him better far than we
Who only at his footstool bow,
And love him, though we cannot see.

But God is present everywhere,
And watches all our thoughts and ways:
He marks who humbly join in prayer,
And who sincerely sing his praise.

The triflers, too, his eye can see,
Who only seem tb take a part;
They move the lip, and bend the knee,
But do not seek him with their heart.

Oh, may we never trifle so,
Nor lose the days our God has given;
But learn, by Sabbaths here below,
To spend eternity in heaven !



A CHILD'S HUMBLE CONFESSION AND
PRAYER.

A SINNER, Lord, behold I stand,
In thought, and word, and deed !
But Jesus sits at thy right hand,
For such to intercede.








ABOUT DYING. 35

From early infancy, I know,
A rebel I have been;
And daily, as I older grow,
I fear I grow in sin.

But God can change this evil heart,
Can give a holy mind,
And his own heavenly grace impart,
Which those who seek shall find.

To heaven can reach the softest word-
A child's repenting prayer;
For tears are seen, and sighs are heard,
And thoughts regarded there.

Then let me all my sins confess,
And pardoning grace implore,
That I may love my follies less,
And love my Saviour more.



ABOUT DYING.

Child.
TELL me, mamma, if I must die,
One day, as little baby died;
And look so very pale, and lie
Down in the pit-hole by its side.








36 ABOUT DYING.

Shall I leave dear papa and you,
And never see you any more?
Tell me, mamma, if this is true;
I did not know it was before.

Mamma.
'Tis true, my love, that you must die;
The God who made you says you must;
And every one of us shall lie,
Like the dear baby, in the dust.

These hands, and feet, and busy head,
Shall waste and crumble quite away;
But, though your body shall be dead,
There is a part which can't decay.

That which now thinks within your heart,
And made you ask if you must die,
That is your soul-the better part-
Which God has made to live on high.

Those who have loved him here below,
And prayed to have their sins forgiven,
And done his holy will, shall go,
Like happy angels, up to heaven.

So, while their bodies moulder here,
Their souls with God himself shall dwell ;-








"THOU GOD SEEST ME." 37

But always recollect, my dear,
That wicked people go to hell.

There the good God shall never smile,
Nor give them one reviving look;
For since they chose to be so vile,
He leaves them to the way they took.


"THOU GOD SEEST ME."

AMONG the deepest shades of night,
Can there be one who sees my way ?
Yes; God is like a shining light,
That turns the darkness into day.

When every eye around me sleeps,
May I not sin without control?
No; for a constant watch he keeps
On every thought of every soul.

If I could find some cave unknown,
Where human feet had never trod,
Yet there I could not be alone-
On every side there would be God.

He smiles in heaven, he frowns to hell;
He fills the air, the earth, the sea:
I must within his presence dwell;
I cannot from his anger flee.








38 TO A LITTLE SISTER ON HER BIRTH-DAY.

Yet I may flee,-he shows me where;
To Jesus Christ he bids me fly;
And while I seek for pardon there,
There's only mercy in his eye.



TO A LITTLE SISTER ON HER
BIRTH-DAY.

MY love, I meet this happy day
With pleasure and with pain;
I wish to learn your future way,
But know the wish is vain.

A journey which can never end
You have but just begun;
And hand in hand with many a friend
This little way have run.

But friends, my love, how vain are they!
For one infected breath
May take the tenderest away,
And lay them low in death.

Then whither should my darling fly ?
In whom may she confide ?
There is a Friend above the sky
Who waits to be her guide.








TO A LITTLE SISTER ON HER BIRTH-DAY. 39

His eye the path of life can see,
And has as clear a view
Of hills and valleys yet to be
As what are past to you.

He knows the point, the very spot,
Where each of us shall fall,
And whose shall be the earliest lot,
And whose the last of all.

Dear cherished 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 made 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,
We all may travel many a hill
Of this the pilgrim's land;

With Zion's shining gate in view,
Through every danger rise;
And form a family anew,
Unbroken, in the skies.








40 SIX MAKES GOD ANGRY.



SIN MAKES GOD ANGRY.

How kind in all his works and ways
Must our Creator be !
I learn a lesson of his praise
From everything I see.

Ten thousand creatures by his hand
Were formed at first from clay;
His skill their different natures planned,
And they his voice obey.

He condescends to do them good,
And pities when they cry;
For all their wants are understood
By his attentive eye.

And can so kind a Father frown ?
Will he, who stoops to care
For little sparrows falling down,
Despise an infant's prayer ?

No; he regards the feeblest cry:
"Tis only when we sin,
He puts the smile of mercy by,
And lets his frown begin.








JESUS CAME INTO THE WORLD TO SAVE SINNERS. 41

'Tis sin that grieves his holy mind,
And makes his anger rise;
And sinners old or young shall find
No favour in his eyes.

But when the broken spirit turns,
And would from sin depart,
The God of mercy never spurns
A humble, contrite heart.




" JESUS CHRIST CAME INTO THE WORLD
TO SAVE SINNERS."

Lo, at noon 'tis sudden night,
Darkness covers all the sky !
Rocks are rending at the sight!
Children, can you tell me why ?
What can all these wonders be 1-
Jesus dies at Calvary !

Nailed upon the cross, behold
How his tender limbs are torn !
For a royal crown of gold
They have made him one of thorn !
Cruel hands that dare to bind
Thorns upon a brow so kind !








42 JESUS CAME INTO THE WORLD TO SAVE SINNERS.

See the blood is falling fast
From his forehead and his side !-
Hark he now has breathed his last-
"With a mighty groan he died!
Children, shall I tell you why
Jesus 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 he flew,
For such little ones as you !


You were wretched, weak, and vile;
You deserved his holy frown;
But he saw you with a smile,
And to save you hastened down.
Listen, children ;-this is why
Jesus condescends to die.

Come, then, children, come and see !
Lift your little hands to pray :
Blessed Jesus, pardon me,
Help a guilty infant," say;
Since it was for such as I
Thou didst condescend to die."








SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME. 43



JESUS SAID, "SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN
TO COME UNTO ME."

YOUNG children once to Jesus came,
His blessing to entreat;
And I may humbly do the same
Before his mercy-seat.

For when their feeble hands were spread,
And bent each infant knee,
Forbid them not," the Saviour said;
And so he says for me.

Though now he is not here below,
But on his heavenly hill,
To him may little children go,
And seek a blessing still.

Well pleased those little ones to see,
The dear Redeemer smiled;
Oh, then, he will not frown on me,
A poor unworthy child.

If babes so many years ago
His tender pity drew,
He will not surely let me go
Without a blessing too.








44 LOVE AND DUTY TO PARENTS.

Then while, this favour to implore,
My little hands are spread,
Do thou thy sacred blessing pour,
Dear Jesus, on my head.



LOVE AND DUTY TO PARENTS.

MY father, my mother, I know
I cannot your kindness repay;
But I hope that, as older I grow,
I shall learn your commands to obey.

You loved me before I could tell
Who it was that so tenderly smiled;
But now that I know it so well,
I should be a dutiful child.

I am sorry that ever I should
Be naughty, and give you a pain;
I hope I shall learn to be good,
And so never grieve you again.

But lest, after all, I should dare
To act an undutiful part,
Whenever I'm saying my prayer,
I'll ask for a teachable heart.








THE DAY OF LIFE. 45


THE DAY OF LIFE.

THE morning hours of cheerful light
Of all the days are best;
But as they speed their hasty flight,
If every hour is spent aright,
We sweetly sink to sleep at night,
And pleasant is our rest.

And life is like a summer's day,
It seems so quickly past:
Youth is the morning bright and gay,
And if 'tis spent in wisdom's way,
SWe meet old age without dismay,
And death is sweet at last.



THE LITTLE PILGRIM.

THERE is a path that leads to God,
All others go astray;
Narrow but pleasant is the road,
And Christians love the way.

It leads straight through this world of sin,
And dangers must be passed;
But those who boldly walk therein
Will get to heaven at last.








THE DAY OF LIFE. 45


THE DAY OF LIFE.

THE morning hours of cheerful light
Of all the days are best;
But as they speed their hasty flight,
If every hour is spent aright,
We sweetly sink to sleep at night,
And pleasant is our rest.

And life is like a summer's day,
It seems so quickly past:
Youth is the morning bright and gay,
And if 'tis spent in wisdom's way,
SWe meet old age without dismay,
And death is sweet at last.



THE LITTLE PILGRIM.

THERE is a path that leads to God,
All others go astray;
Narrow but pleasant is the road,
And Christians love the way.

It leads straight through this world of sin,
And dangers must be passed;
But those who boldly walk therein
Will get to heaven at last.








46 THE LITTLE PILGRIM

How shall an infant pilgrim dare
This dangerous path to tread ?
For on the way is many a snare
For youthful travellers spread:

While the broad road, where thousands go,
Lies near and opens fair;
And many turn aside, I know,
To walk with sinners there.

But, lest my feeble steps should slide,
Or wander from thy way,
Lord, condescend to be my guide,
And I shall never stray.

Then I may go without alarm,
And trust his word of old;
"The lambs he'll gather with his arm,
And lead them to the fold."

Thus I may safely venture through,
Beneath my Shepherd's care,
And keep the gate of heaven in view
Till I shall enter there.








AN EVENING HYMN FOR A LITTLE FAMILY. 47



AN EVENING HYMN FOR A
LITTLE FAMILY.

Now condescend, Almighty King,
To bless this little throng;
And kindly listen while we sing
Our pleasant evening song.

We come to own the Power Divine
That watches o'er our days;
For this our feeble voices join
In hymns of cheerful praise.

Before thy sacred footstool, see,
We bend in humble prayer,
A happy little family,
To ask thy tender care.

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 praise
Declare thy goodness, Lord.








48 A CHILD'S LAMENTATION.

Brothers and sisters, hand in hand,
Our lips together move:
Then smile upon this little band,
And join our hearts in love.



A CHILD'S LAMENTATION FOR THE
DEATH OF A DEAR MOTHER

A POOR 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 bend,
Since thou art pleased to take away
So dear, so very dear a friend.

And now I recollect with pain
The many times I grieved her sore.
Oh if she would but come again,
I think I'd vex her so no more.

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!








FOR SABBATH EVENING. 49

But since she's gone so far away,
And cannot profit by my pains,
Let me this child-like duty pay
To that dear parent that remains.

Let me console his broken heart,
And be his comfort by my care;
That when at last we come to part,
I may not have such grief to bear,




FOR SABBATH EVENING.

WE'VE passed another Sabbath day,
And heard of Jesus and of heaven;
We thank thee for thy Word, and pray
That this day's sin may be forgiven.

Forgive our inattention, Lord,
Our looks and thoughts that went astray;
Forgive our carelessness abroad,
At home our idleness and play.

May all we heard and understood
Be well remembered through the week,
And help to make us wise and good,
More humble, diligent, and meek.
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50 TIME AND ETERNITY.

Bless our good minister, we pray,
Who loves to see a child attend;
And let us honour and obey
The words of such a holy friend.

So, when our lives are finished here,
And days and Sabbaths shall be o'er,
May we along with him appear,
To serve and love thee evermore.




TIME AND ETERNITY.

How long, sometimes, a day appears !
And weeks how long 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 months and years are passing by
And soon must all be gone;
For day by day, as minutes fly,
Eternity comes on.








AGAINST YIELDING TO TEMPTATION. 51

Days, months, and years must have an end,
Eternity has none;
'Twill always have as long to spend
As when it first begun !

Great God an infant cannot tell
How such a thing can be;
I only pray that I may dwell
That long, long time with thee.




AGAINST YIELDING TO TEMPTATION.

MY love, you have met with a trial to-day,
Which I hoped to have seen you oppose;
But, alas! in a moment your temper gave way,
And the pride of your bosom arose.

I saw the temptation, and trembled for fear
Your good resolutions should fall;
And soon by your eye and your colour, my dear,
I found you had broken them all.

Oh, why did you suffer this troublesome sin
To rise in your bosom again ?
And when you perceived it already within,
Oh, why did you let it remain ?








52 THE DAY OF JUDGMENT.

As soon as temptation is put in your way,
And passion is ready to start,
'Tis then you must try to subdue it, and pray
For courage to bid it depart.

But now you must go to the Saviour, and seek
His mercy to pardon your sin;
Entreat him to make you submissive and meek,
And put a right spirit within.



THE DAY OF JUDGMENT.

How dreadful, Lord, will be the day
When all the tribes of dead shall rise;
And those who dared to disobey
Be dragged before thine angry eyes!

The wicked child, who often heard
His pious parent speak of thee,
And fled from every serious word,
Shall not be able then to flee.

No; he shall see them burst the tomb,
And rise, and leave him trembling there,
To hear his everlasting doom,
With shame, and terror, and despair.








CONSCIENCE. 53

"Whilst they appear at thy right hand,
With saints and angels round the throne,
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 thought,
And at thy feet for mercy bend,
That when to judgment I am brought
The Judge himself may be my friend.




CONSCIENCE.

WHEN a foolish thought within
Tries to take us in a snare,
Conscience tells us, It is sin,"
And entreats us to beware.

If in something we transgress,
And are tempted to deny,
Conscience says, Your faults confess;
Do not dare to tell a lie."



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54 CONSCIENCE.

In the morning, when we rise,
And would fain omit to pray,
Child, consider," Conscience cries;
Should not God be sought to-day?"

When, within his holy walls,
Far abroad our thoughts we send,
Conscience often loudly calls,
And entreats us to attend.

When 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,
With a secret, gentle voice,
Warns us to beware of sin.

But if we should disregard,
While this friendly voice would call,
Conscience soon will grow so hard
That it will not speak at all.








THE LORD HATH RESPECT UNTO THE LOWLY. 55



"THOUGH THE LORD BE HIGH, YET HATH
HE RESPECT UNTO THE LOWLY."

WHERE is the High and Lofty One?
His dwelling is afar;
He lives beyond the blazing sun,
And every distant star.

But God, whom thousand worlds obey,
Descends to earthly ground,
And dwells in cottages of clay,
If there his saints are found.

Is not the heaven of heavens his own 1
Yes, he is Lord of all;
And there, before his awful throne,
The saints and angels fall.

But, little child, with joy attend;
For, if you love him too,
This mighty God will condescend
To come and dwell with you.








56 FOR CHILDREN AT A SUNDAY SCHOOL.



FOR CHILDREN AT A SUNDAY SCHOOL

LORD, may a few poor children raise
To thee a hymn of humble praise ?
'Tis by thy great compassion we
Are taught to love and worship thee.

What wicked children we have been !
Alas 'how soon we learned to sin !
But now we learn to read and pray,
And not to break the Sabbath-day.

How condescending God must be,
To love such little ones as we !
He saw our sin with angry frown,
And yet he looked with pity down.

Oh if we should again begin
To grieve our God, and turn to sin,
And let our guilty passions loose,
We now shall be without excuse.

Remember, Lord, we are but dust;
'Tis to thy grace alone we trust:
Do thou instruct and guide us still,
That we may ne'er forget thy will.








A MINUTE. 57



A MINUTE.

A MINUTE, how soon it has flown!
And yet, how important it is!
God calls every moment his own,
For all our existence is his:
And though we may waste them in folly and play,
He notices each that we squander away.

Why should we a minute despise,
Because it so quickly is o'er?
We know that it rapidly flies,
And therefore should prize it the more.
Another, indeed, may appear in its stead,
But that precious moment for ever is fled.

'Tis easy to squander our years
In idleness, folly, and strife;
But, oh! no repentance or tears
Can bring back one moment of life!
But time, if well spent, and improved as it goes,
Will render life pleasant, and peaceful its close.

And when all the minutes are past,
Which God for our portion has given,
We shall certainly welcome the last,
If it safely conduct us to heaven.








58 A CHILD'S GRAVE.

The value of time, then, may all of us see,
Not knowing how near our last minute may be.



A CHILD'S GRAVE.

WHAT is this little grassy mound,
Where pretty daisies bloom?
What is there lying under ground ?-
It is an infant's tomb.

Alas, poor baby, did it die ?
How dismal that must be !
To bid this pretty world good-bye,
Seems very sad to me.

Silence, my child; for could we hear
This happy baby's voice,
We should not drop another tear,
But triumph and rejoice.

"Oh, do not ever weep for me,"
The happy soul would say;
Nor grieve, dear child, that I am free
From that poor sleeping clay.

"Mourn not because my feeble breath
Was stopped as soon as given:








A CHILD'S PRAYER IN SICKNESS. 59

There's nothing terrible in death
To those who come to heaven.

"No sin, no sorrow, no complaints
My pleasures here destroy;
I live with God and all his saints,
And endless is our joy.

"While, with the spirits of the just,
My Saviour I adore,
I smile upon my weeping dust,
That now can weep no more."


A CHILD'S PRAYER IN SICKNESS.

SINCE, mighty God, my health, and ease,
And life belong to thee,
I might not murmur, shouldst thou please
To take them all from me.

Thou hast a right to use thy rod,
Which I should meekly bear;
And yet I may entreat that God
A sinful child would spare.

I own the comforts I possess,
And thank thy care of me,
"While thousands languish in distress,
And pine in poverty.








60 A HYMN OF PRAISE FOR RECOVERY.

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, thou hast heard my humble voice,
For all my pains depart:
Oh, grant that I may now rejoice
With thankfulness of heart i

Many have died as young as I,
Though nursed with equal care;
But God in pity heard me cry,
And has been pleased 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 have shown,
Oh, teach me to repay,
By double kindness of my own,
In every future day.







FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD IN SICKNESS. 61

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.

ALMIGHTY God, I'm very ill,
But cure me if it be thy will;
For thou canst 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.



FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD UPON
GETTING WELL.

I THANK the Lord, who lives on high,
He heard an infant pray,
And cured me that I should not die,
And took my pains away.







FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD IN SICKNESS. 61

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.

ALMIGHTY God, I'm very ill,
But cure me if it be thy will;
For thou canst 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.



FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD UPON
GETTING WELL.

I THANK the Lord, who lives on high,
He heard an infant pray,
And cured me that I should not die,
And took my pains away.








62 FOR A DYING CHILD.

Oh, let me thank and love thee too,
As long as I shall live ;
And every naughty thing I do,
I pray thee to forgive.



FOR A 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.
Oh, smile upon my dying bed,
And love me to the last !

Once did the blessed Saviour cry,
Let little children come;"
On this kind word I would rely,
Since I am going home.

Oh, take this guilty soul of mine,
That now will soon be gone,
'And wash it clean, and make it shine,
"With heavenly garments on.







PRAISE FOR DAILY MERCIES. 63

Be pleased to grant me easy death,
If 'tis thy holy will,
And bid the struggles of my breath
And all my pains be still.

Now, 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.

LORD, I would own thy tender care,
And all thy love to me:
The food I eat, the clothes I wear,
Are all bestowed by thee.

'Tis thou preservest me from death
And dangers every hour;
I cannot draw another breath
"Unless thou give me power.

Kind angels guard me every night,
As round my bed they stay;
Nor am I absent from thy sight
In darkness or by day.








64 THE EXAMPLE OF CHRIST.

My health, and friends, and parents dear,
To me by God are given;
I have not any blessing here
But what is sent from Heaven.

Such goodness, Lord, and constant care,
A child can ne'er repay;
But may it be my daily prayer,
To love thee and obey !



THE EXAMPLE OF CHRIST.

JESUS CHRIST, my Lord and Saviour,
Once became a child like me;
Oh, that in my whole behaviour
He my pattern still might be !

All my nature is unholy,-
Pride and passion dwell within;
But the Lord was meek and lowly,
And was never known to sin.

While I'm often vainly trying
Some new pleasure to possess,
He was always self-denying,.
Patient in his worst distress.







SUMMER AND WINTER. 65

Let me never be forgetful
Of his precepts any more;
Idle, passionate, and fretful,
As I've often been before.

Lord, though now thou art in glory,
We have thine example still;
I can read thy sacred story,
And obey thy holy will

Help me by that rule to measure
Every word and every thought,
Thinking it my greatest pleasure
There to learn what thou hast taught.



SUMMER AND WINTER.

WHEN summer's sweet flowers appear,
We wish that they always should last;
But winter must shortly be here,
To sweep them away with his blast.
Spring, summer, and autumn, will hasten away,
The roses must fade, and the blossoms decay.

Like winter, old age will be found:
All stripped of our blossoms and fruit,
We still may remain in the ground,
Though nothing be left but the root;
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66 SUMMER AND WINTER.

And withered and bare we must'ever remain,
For spring will not cover our branches again.

Then let us, since time's on the wing,
And death and eternity near,
Endeavour, while yet in our spring,
To prepare for the end of the year;
That we may not look back with remorse and
dismay,
To think how this season was wasted away.

And then, when the summer is gone,
Our youth and maturity past,
Old age will come pleasantly on,
And bring us to glory at last;
Nor shall we reflect with a sigh or a tear
On any gay season of happiness here.

In heaven no winter they know,
To wither their pleasures away;
The plants that in paradise grow
Shall blossom, but never decay:
Then for these fading pleasures no longer we'll care,
But hope we shall spend an eternity there.







LOVE TO JESUS. 67



LOVE TO JESUS.

"WHEN Jesus Christ was here below,
And spread his works of love abroad,
If I had lived so long ago,
I think I should have loved the Lord.

Jesus, who was so very kind,
Who came to pardon sin in men,
Who healed the sick, and cured the blind-
Oh! must not I have loved him then?

But where is Jesus ? Is he dead
Oh no! he lives in heaven above:
"And blest are they," the Saviour said,
Who, though they have not seen me, love."

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.








68 GOD EVERYWHERE.



GOD EVERYWHERE.

GOD made the world. In every land
His love and power abound;
All are protected by his hand,
As well as British ground.

The Indian hut, the 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 bounty pours,
From wild Arabia's burning sands
To Lapland's frozen shores.

In forest shades, and silent plains,
Where feet have never trod,
There in majestic power he reigns,
An ever-present God.

All the inhabitants of earth,
Who dwell beneath the sun,
Of different nations, name, and birth,
He knows them every one.







FOR OUR SAKES CHRIST BECAME POOR 69

Alike the rich and poor are known,
The cultured and the wild;
The lofty monarch on the throne,
And every little child.

While he regards'the wise and fair,
The noble and the brave,
He listens to the beggar's prayer,
And the poor negro slave.

He knows the worthy from the vile,
And sends his mercies down;
None are too mean to share his smile,
Or to provoke his frown.

Great God and since thy piercing eye
My inmost heart can see,
Teach me from every sin to fly,
And turn that heart to thee.



"THOUGH HE WAS RICH, YET FOR OUR
SAKES HE BECAME POOR."

JESUs was once despised and low,
A stranger and distressed;
Without a home to which to go,
Or pillow where to rest.








70 FOR A CHILD THAT IS SORRY FOR A FAULT.

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 thorns,
And scoffed 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,
Is pleased when little children sing,
And listens to their cry.

He views them from his heavenly throne,
He watches all their ways,
And stoops, to notice for his own
The youngest child that prays.



FOR A CHILD THAT IS SORRY FOR
A FAULT.

LORD, I have dared to disobey
My friends on earth and thee in heaven.
Oh! help me now to come and pray
For Jesus' sake to be forgiven.







INSTRUCTION FROM THE HEAVENS. 71

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,
Oh! 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.



INSTRUCTION FROM THE HEAVENS.

STARS, that on your wondrous way
Travel through the evening sky,
Is there nothing you can say
To such a little child as I?
Tell me,' for I long to know,
Who has made you sparkle so ?

Yes, methinks I hear you say,
Child of mortal race, attend.
While we run our wondrous way,
Listen! we would be your friend,-








72 INSTRUCTION FROM THE HEAVENS.

Teaching you that Name divine,
By whose mighty word we shine.

"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.

Yes; and God, who bade us roll-
God, who hung us in the sky-
Stoops to watch an infant soul
With a condescending eye;
And esteems it dearer far,
More in value than a star !

"Oh, then, while your breath is given,
Let it rise in fervent prayer,
And beseech the God of heaven
To receive your spirit there,








CHILDREN ENCOURAGED TO SEEK THE LORD. 73

Like a living star to blaze
Ever to your Saviour's praise."



CHILDREN ENCOURAGED TO SEEK
THE LORD.

SHALL I presume to venture near
A God so just and true?
Or, sinful as I am, appear
Before his piercing view ?

How oft I grieve his holy eye,
And break his righteous law,
And think some thought of vanity
With every breath I draw !

Yet, Lord, a sinful child may turn
To wisdom's pleasant ways;
For Jesus' sake, thou wilt not spurn
My feeble prayer and praise.

He died, that sinners such as I
May have their sins forgiven;
He died that sinners, when they die,
May live with him in heaven.

It is for this I come to pray,
And on his grace depend,








74 UPON LIFE.

That even at the judgment-day
The Lord may be my friend.




"UPON LIFE.

LORD, what is life 'Tis like a flower
That blossoms, and is gone !
We see it flourish for an hour,
With all its beauty on;
But death comes, like a wintry day,
And cuts the pretty flower away.

Lord, what is life ? 'Tis like the bow
That glistens in the sky:
We love to see its colours glow;
But while we look, they die.
Life fails as soon: to-day, 'tis here;
To-night, perhaps, 'twill disappear.

Six thousand years have passed away
Since life began at first,
And 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.







UPON DEATH. 75

And yet this short, uncertain space,
So foolishly we prize,
That heaven, that lasting dwelling-place,
Seems nothing in our eyes !
The worlds of sorrow and of bliss
We disregard, compared with this!

Lord, what is life If spent with thee
In duty, praise, and prayer,
However short or long it be,
We need but little care;
Because eternity will last,
When life and death itself are past.




"UPON DEATH.

WHERE should I be, if God should say
I must not live another day,
And send to iake away my breath ?
What is eternity-and death ?

My body is of little worth-
'Twould soon be mingled with the earth;
For we were made of clay, and must
Again at death return to dust








76 AGAINST SELFISHNESS.

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 himself for ever is;
Where saints around his throne adore,
And never sin nor suffer more.

And hell's a state of endless woe,
Where unrepenting sinners go;
Though none that seek the Saviour's grace
Shall ever see that dreadful place.

Oh, 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.



AGAINST SELFISHNESS.

LOVE and kindness we may measure
By this simple rule alone,-
Do we mind our neighbour's pleasure
Just as if it were our own ?







AGAINST SELFISHNESS. 77

"We should always care for others,
Nor suppose ourselves the best.
Let us love like friends and brothers-
'Twas the Saviour's last request.

His example we should borrow,
Who forsook his throne above,
And endured 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 of the Lord.

When a selfish thought would seize us,
And our resolution break,
Let us then remember Jesus,
And resist it for his sake.








78 PSALM XC. 6.



"IN THE MORNING IT FLOURISHETH AND GROWTH UP;
IN THE EVENING IT IS CUT DOWN AND WITHERETH."

THE lilies of the field,
That quickly fade away,
May well to us a lesson yield
Who die as soon as they.

That pretty blossom 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, who loves them all,
Let children humbly cry;
And then, whenever Death may call,
They'll be prepared to die.







HUMILITY. 79


HUMILITY.

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;
Oh, then, shall a little child
Dare to be perverse and proud!

This, indeed, should never be;-
Lord, forbid it, we entreat;
Grant that all may learn of thee
That humility is sweet !
Make it shine in every part,
Fill me with this heavenly grace;
For a little infant's heart
Surely is its proper place.



"SET YOUR AFFECTIONS ON THINGS
ABOVE."

"WHY should our poor enjoyments here
Be thought so pleasant and so dear,
And tempt our hearts astray !








80 FOR THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR.

Our brightest joys are fading fast,
The longest life will soon be past;
And if we go to heaven at last,
We need not wish to stay.

For when we come to dwell above,
Where all is holiness and love,
And endless pleasures flow,
Our threescore years and ten will seem
Just like a short and busy dream;
And oh, how poor we then shall deem
Our best pursuits below !

Perhaps the happy saints in bliss
Look down from their bright world to this,
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 were a heaven and hell.



FOR THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR.

THIs year is just going away;
The moments are finishing fast:
My heart, have you nothing to say
Concerning the time that is past?







FOR THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR. 81

Now, while in my chamber alone,
Where God will be present to hear,
I'll try to remember, and own,
The faults I've committed this year.


O Lord, I'm ashamed to confess
How often I've broken thy day !
Perhaps I have thought of my dress,
Or wasted the moments in play !
And when the good minister tried
To make little children attend,
I was thinking of something beside,
Or wishing the sermon would end !


How often I rose from my bed
And did not remember my prayer;
Or if a few words I have said,
My thoughts have been going elsewhere !
Ill-temper, and passion, and pride,
Have grieved my dear parents and thee;
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!
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82 THE LILY OF THE VALLEY.

Yet hear me, and help me to feel
How wicked and weak I must be;
And let me not try to conceal
The least of my follies from thee.

This year is just going away;
The moments are finishing fast:
Look down 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 follies and sins
Disfigure and waste a new year.



THE LILY OF THE VALLEY.

COME, my love, and do not spurn
From a little flower to learn.
See the lily on the bed,
Hanging down its modest head;
While 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.








THE CALL OF SAMUEL. 83

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 prize,-
Like a summer flower it dies;
But humility will last,
Fair and sweet, when beauty's past;
And the Saviour from above
Views a humble child with love.




"THEN THE LORD CALLED SAMUEL: AND SAMUEL SAID,
SPEAK; FOR THY SERVANT HEARETH."

WHEN little Samuel woke,
And heard his Maker's voice,
At every word He spoke
How much did he rejoice!
O blessed, happy child, to find
The God of heaven so near and kind!









84 THE CALL OF SAMUEL.

If God would speak to me,
And say he was my friend,
How happy I should be !
Oh, how would I attend !
The smallest sin I then should fear,
If God Almighty were so near.

And does he never speak ?
Oh yes; for in his Word
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 Almighty 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 appear,
"Speak, for thy servant waits to hear."








ON REPEATING THE CATECHISM. 85



ON REPEATING THE CATECHISM.

As Mary sat at Jesus' feet,
To learn her Maker's will,
"We in the Saviour's presence meet,
And hear his doctrines still.

Still he beholds the wandering look,
Each foolish thought discerns,
And knows who idles at his book,
And who in earnest learns.

Oh, for that meek, attentive mind
Which happy Mary showed!
May we the one thing needful" find,
That was on her bestowed.

Here we are taught the sacred word
That Jesus first conveyed;
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 of sinners' shame,
Are taught the Saviour's love.








86 BROTHERLY LOVE.

Lord! while we thank thee for the grace
That sends this happy news,
We still would sit in Mary's place,
Her better part to choose.



BROTHERLY LOVE.

THE God of heaven is pleased to see
A little family agree;
And will not slight the praise they bring,
When loving children join to sing.

For love and kindness please him more
Than if we gave him all our store;
And children here, who dwell in love,
Are like his happy ones above.

The gentle child that tries to please,
That hates to quarrel, fret, and tease,
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 of being kind.







THE CONDESCENSION OF GOD. 87



THE CONDESCENSION OF GOD.

GOD! what a great and awful word!
Oh, who can speak his worth ?
By saints in heaven he is adored,
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 and dim,
And all the stars that fill the sky,
Are made and ruled 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 flowers that grow,
"Were fashioned by his hand;
Yes, and he forms our infant race,
And bids us early seek his face.

Ten thousand angels sing his praise
On high, with harps of gold;
But holy angels dare not gaze,
His brightness to behold:








88 THE CONDESCENSION OF GOD.

Yet a poor lowly infant may
Lift up its voice to God and pray !

The saints in heaven before him fall,
And round his throne appear;
Adam, and Abraham, and all
Who loved and served him here;
And I, a child on earth, may raise
My feeble voice in humble praise.

And all his faithful servants now,
The wise, 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 hearken when I pray.

Oh yes; when little children cry,
He loves their simple prayer;
His throne of grace is always nigh,
And I will venture there.
I'll go depending on his word,
And seek his grace through Christ the Lord.







THE CHILD OF AFFLUENCE. 89



THE CHILD OF AFFLUENCE.

How many poor indigent children I see,
Who want all the comforts bestowed upon me!
But though I'm preserved from such want and dis-
I am quite as unworthy of all I possess. [tress,

While I am partaking a plentiful meal,
How many the cravings of appetite feel !
Poor creatures, as young and as helpless as I,
Who yet have no money their wants to supply.

If I were so destitute, friendless, and poor,
How could I such hardship and suffering endure!
Then let me be thankful, and humbly adore
My God who has graciously given me more.

And since I with so many comforts am blessed,
May it be my delight to relieve the distressed;
For God has declared, and his promise is sure,
That blessed are they who consider the poor.



THE CHILD OF POVERTY.

LORD, I am poor; yet hear my call:
Afford me daily bread;







THE CHILD OF AFFLUENCE. 89



THE CHILD OF AFFLUENCE.

How many poor indigent children I see,
Who want all the comforts bestowed upon me!
But though I'm preserved from such want and dis-
I am quite as unworthy of all I possess. [tress,

While I am partaking a plentiful meal,
How many the cravings of appetite feel !
Poor creatures, as young and as helpless as I,
Who yet have no money their wants to supply.

If I were so destitute, friendless, and poor,
How could I such hardship and suffering endure!
Then let me be thankful, and humbly adore
My God who has graciously given me more.

And since I with so many comforts am blessed,
May it be my delight to relieve the distressed;
For God has declared, and his promise is sure,
That blessed are they who consider the poor.



THE CHILD OF POVERTY.

LORD, I am poor; yet hear my call:
Afford me daily bread;








90 THE CHILD OF POVERTY.

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 supplied,
And ought not I to trust ?

Behold the lilies, how they grow,
Though they can nothing do !
And will not God, who clothes them so,
Afford me raiment too ?

But seeing, Lord, thou dost withhold
The riches some possess,
Grant me what's better far than gold-
Thy grace and righteousness.

Oh, may I heavenly treasures find,
And choose the better part;
Give me a humble, 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. 91



PRAISE TO GOD.

ALMIGHTY 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 rejoice-
Such praise to thee belongs;
But wilt thou hear my feeble voice
Amid their lofty songs ?

My thoughts are vain, my heart is hard,
And poor the thanks I pay:
Oh, how unworthy thy regard,
Is all a child 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 thought.

In heaven thy glories, Lord, resound,
And children join the song;
And oh, may I at last be found
Among that happy throng !








92 HEAVEN AND EARTH.

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 EARTH.

COME, let us now forget our mirth,
And think that we must die;-
What are our best delights on earth,
Compared with those on high ?

A sad and sinful world is this,
Although it seems so fair;
But heaven is perfect joy and bliss,
SFor God himself is there.

Here all our pleasures soon are past,
Our brightest joys decay;
But pleasures there for ever last,
And cannot fade away.

Here many a pain and bitter groan
Our feeble bodies tear;
But pain and sickness are not known,
And never shall be, there.







HEAVEN AND EARTH. 93

Here sins and sorrows we deplore,
With many cares distressed;
But there the mourners weep no more,
And there the weary rest.

Our dearest friends, when death shall call,
At once must hence depart;
But there we hope to meet them all,
And never, never part.

Then let us love and serve the Lord
With all our youthful powers;
And we shall gain this great reward-
This glory shall be ours.