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ROBERT CARTER & BROTHERS,
A Child's Hymn of Praise......------- +++ - PAGE
Coming to Jesus.....----+---++++s-000--
About God, who made the Sun and Moon. -.
For a Child who has been very Naughty. --- ee
â€œ Our Father who art in Heavenâ€™ ....-------:+eeeeeeeeertere
â€œ Early will I seek the Lordâ€ ....-.--++-+++ee-++erereeerttet
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Against Wandering Thoughts... ...---------++-s2+-0+0 00700"
Â«A Contrite Heart, O God, thou wilt not Despiseâ€â€™.------.--.
The Way to find out Pride... -.--------++++--+eeeeeeee*
The Way to Cure Pride..-.-
A Morning Hymn....-.--
An Evening Hymn.
For a Child that feels it has a Wicked Heart-...---
Against Anger and Impatience.......-------
Â«Turn off mine Eyes from beholding Vanityâ€.
For a very Little Child...-...---------++++++
On attending Public Worship..---------------
A Childâ€™s Humble Confession and Prayer....---
â€œ Thou God, seest Meâ€™â€™....-.--------++++++
To a Little Sister, on her Birthday......-
Sin makes God Angry
â€œJesus Christ came into the World to save Sinnersâ€....------ >
Â« Jesus said, Suffer Little Children to come unto Meâ€™â€™....-----+
Love and Duty to Parents....-------
The Day of Life.........
The Little Pilgrim.....
An Evening Hymn for a Little Family.
A Child's Lamentation for the Death of a Dear Mother...-----
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â€˜ The Lord hath Respect unto the Lowlyâ€......-- 103
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A Child's Grave - 110
A Childâ€™s Prayer in Sickness.......--.--++-+-+-++ 113
A Hymn of Praise for Recovery...-----------+++ 115
For a very Little Child in Sickness........-- . 117
For a very Little Child, upon getting Well 118
For a Dying Child..........2.--+0+-++00+ -- 119
Praise for Daily Mercies.....--.---++.--+++++ oo IM
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â€œ Though he was Rich, yet for our Sakes he became Poorâ€ .... 134
For a Child that is Sorry for a Fault....--------+++++-e00+++ 136
Instruction from the Heavens.........--
Children Encouraged to seek the Lord. .
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The Uncertainty of Life.
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â€œ Set your Affections on Things
For the Last Day of the Year.....------
The Lily of the Valley......
Samuel called by the Lord.
On Learning the Bible....
The Condescension of God
The Child of Affluence....
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HYMNS FOR INFANT MINDS,
A CHILDâ€™S HYMN OF PRAISE.
I rHank the goodness and the grace,
Which on my birth have smiled,
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.
I was not born a little slave,
To labor in the sun,
And wish I were but in the grave,
And all my labor done.
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,
And where I 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.
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We own thereâ€™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 our praise.
Yet, Lord, we humbly venture nigh,
Because thou camest down to die ;
And all the plea we dare to make,
Is â€œpardon for thy mercyâ€™s sake.â€
â€œJT saw the glorious sun arise.
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ABOUT GOD, WHO MADE THE SUN
I saw the glorious sun arise
From-yonder mountain gray ;
And as he travelled through the skies,
The darkness fled 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,
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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 ?
"T was God, my child, who made them all,
By his almighty hand ;
He holds them that they do not fall,
And bids them move or stand ;
That glorious God who lives afar,
In heaven beyond the highest star.
How very great that God must be,
Who rolls them through the air!
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Too high, Mamma, to notice me,
Or listen to my prayer !
I fear he will not condescend
To be a little infantâ€™s friend.
O yes, 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 praying child he loves to see.
Behold the daisy where you tread,
That useless little thing ;
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Behold the insects overhead,
That gambol in the spring ;
His goodness bids the daisy rise,
And every insectâ€™s wants supplies.
And will he not descend to make
A feeble child his care ?
Yes; Jesus died for childrenâ€™s sake,
And loves the youngest prayer.
God made the stars and daisies too,
And watches over them and you.
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FOR A CHILD WHO HAS BEEN VERY
Lorp, I confess before thy face
How naughty I have been ;
Look down from heaven, thy dwelling-
And pardon this my sin.
Forgive my temper, Lord, I pray, Â°
My passion and my pride ;
The wicked words I dared to say,
And wicked thoughts beside.
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I can not 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,
To all the scoffs of wicked men,
Although he was their Lord!
Ahd who am J, a sinful child,
Such angry words to say!
Make me as mild as he was mild,
And take my pride away.
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For Jesusâ€™ sake forgive my crime,
And change this stubborn heart ;
And grant me grace, another time,
To act a better part.
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â€œOUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN.â€
Great Gop, 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 ?
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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 at last,
When all my days on earth are past,
Send down, and take me in thy love,
To be thy better child above.
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â€œEARLY WILL I SEEK THE LORD.â€
Now that my journeyâ€™s just begun, â€”
My road so little trod,
IÂ°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 wisdomâ€™s pleasant way.
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What sorrows may my steps attend,
I never can foretell ;
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 can hear the orphanâ€™s cry,
O what have I to fear ?
If I am poor, he can supply
Who has my table spread ;
Who feeds the ravens when they ery,
And fills his poor with bread.
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If I am rich, hell guard my heart,
â€˜Temptation to withstand ;
And make me willing to impart
The bounties of his hand.
But 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 Iâ€™m feeble, old, and gray,
O Lord, forsake me not.
Then still as seasons hasten by,
I will for heaven prepare ;
That Gop may take me when I die,
To dwell for ever there.
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ENCOURAGEMENT FOR LITTLE CHILDREN.
Gop is so good that he will hear
â€˜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 listens to their prayers,
Just as a tender father will.
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He loves to hear an infant tongue
Thank him for all his mercies 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 denied.
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Tus is a precious book indeed ;
Happy the child that loves to read !
*T is Godâ€™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 ;
There his commands are written too,
To teach us what we ought to do.
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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:
*T' is Godâ€™s own word, which he has given,
To show your souls the way to heaven.
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AGAINST WANDERING THOUGHTS.
Wuen daily I kneel down to pray,
As I am taught to do,
God does not care for what I say,
Unless I feel it too.
Yet foolish thoughts my heart beguile,
And when I pray or sing,
Iâ€™m often thinking all the while,
About some other thing.
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Some idle play, or childish toy,
Can send my thoughts abroad ;
â€˜Though this should be my greatest joy,
To love and seek the Lord.
Oh, let me never, never dare
To act the triflerâ€™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.
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â€œA CONTRITE HEART, 0 GOD, THOU
WILT NOT DESPISE.â€
Tuoven God preserves me every hour,
And feeds me day by day,
I know itâ€™ 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.
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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 hell not despise,
For tis his chief delight ;
This is an humble sacrifice,
Well-pleasing in his sight.
Though treasures brought before the throne
Would no acceptance find,
He kindly condescends to own
A meek and lowly mind.
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This is an offering we may bring,
However mean our store 5
The poorest child, the greatest king,
Can give him nothing more.
INFANT MINDS. 31
THE WAY TO FIND OUT PRIDE.
Prive, ugly pride, sometimgs is seen
By haughty looks, and lofty mien ;
But oftener 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 is lurking in your mind,
Inquire if you can bear a slight,
Or patiently give up your right.
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Can you submissively 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 fgr another time ?
Or say youve 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 q
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,
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Nor think of triumph when youve done #
Can you in business, or in play,
Give up your wishes, or your way ?
Or do a thing against your will,
For somebody thatâ€™s younger still ?
And never try to overbear,
Or 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
To them as they have done to you,
Can you keep down the wicked thought,
And do exactly as you ought ?
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Put all these questions to your heart,
And make it act an honest part ;
And, wher they â€™ve each been fairly tried,
1 think youll own that you have pride ;
Some one will suit you as you go,
And force your heart to tell you so ;
Byt if they all should be denied,
Then youâ€™re too proud to own your pride!
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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 an humble part.
Well, are you sorry and sincere ?
Ill 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.
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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 5
For you must watch as well as ask.
You pray for strength, and that is right 5
But then it must be strength to fight 5
For whereâ€™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,
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The very moment â€™t is descried ;
And do not stay to think it oâ€™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, â€œ No; the smallest pride is wrong.â€
And when theres something so amiss,
That pride says, â€œTake offence at this :â€
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,
O stop at once ; for if you dare
To wish for sin, that sin is there.
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*T will then be best to go and pray
That God would take your pride away ;
Or if just then you can not go,
Pray in your thoughts, and God will know:
And beg his mercy to impart
The best of gifts â€” an humble heart.
Remember, too, that you must pray,
And watch, and labor, every day ;
Nor think it wearisome or hard
To be for ever on your guard :
No: every morning must begin
With resolutions not to sin;
And every evening recollect
How much youve 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 â€™ve so much pride.
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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 ;
O 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 ;
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O teach me to walk in thy ways,
And fit me to see thee above ;
For Jesus said, â€œ Let little children come
And heâ€™ll not despise such an infant as I.
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
I may worship thee better, in heaven, at
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AN EVENING HYMN.
Lorp, 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 favor 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
Whateâ€™er [â€™ve said or done amiss ;
And help me, every day I live,
To serve thee better than in this.
Now, while I sleep, be pleased to take
A helpless child beneath thy care ;
And condescend, for Jesusâ€™ sake,
-To listen to my evening prayer.
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FOR A CHILD THAT FEELS IT HAS
A WICKED HEART.
Wuar is there, Lord, a child can do,
Who feels with guilt oppressed ?
Thereâ€™s evil, that I never knew
Before, within my breast.
My thoughts are vain; my heart is hard ;
My temper apt to rise 5
And, when I seem upon my guard,
It takes me by surprise.
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Wheneâ€™er to thy commands I turn,
I find Iâ€™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 ery,
Some thought of folly, or of play,
Prevents me when I try.
On many Sabbaths, though Iâ€™ve heard
Of Jesus and of heaven,
Ive scarcely listened to thy word,
Or prayed to be forgiven.
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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 can not undertake
I leave to thee alone;
And pray thee, for thy mercyâ€™s sake,
To change this heart of stane.
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AGAINST ANGER AND IMPATIENCE.
Wuen for some little insult given,
My angry passions rise,
Ill 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.
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Not all the wicked scoffs he heard
* Against the truths he taught,
Excited one reviling word,
Or one revengeful thought.
And when upon the cross he bled,
With all his foes in view 5
â€œ Father, forgive their sins,â€ he said,
â€œThey know not what they do.â€
Dear Jesus, may I learn of thee
My temper to amend ;
But speak that pardoning word for me,
Whenever I offend.
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â€œTURN OFF MINE EYES FROM BE-
Lorp, 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 2
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Whatever gives me most delight,
If tis offensive in thy sight,
I would no more pursue 5
Since nothing can be good for me,
However pleasant it may be,
That is displeasing, 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 Lord!
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These trifling pleasures here below,
I wonder why I love them SO 5
They can not make me blest :
O 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.
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FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD.
O rar 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,
[ll cheerfully obey 5
Nor will I mind it much, although
I leave a pretty play.
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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 sheâ€™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:
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For God looks down from heaven on high,
Our actions to behold 5
And he is pleased when children try
To do as they are told.
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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,
Like all the saints in heaven above.
They stand before his presence now,
And praise him better far than we,
Who only at his footstool bow,
And love him though we can not see.
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But God is present everywhere,
And watches all our thoughts and ways ;
He sees who humbly join in prayer,
And who sincerely sing his praise.
And he the triflers too can see,
Who only seem to take a part ;
They move the lip, and bend the knee,
But do not seek him with the heart.
O may we never trifle so,
Nor lose the days our God has given;
But learn, by sabbaths here below,
To spend eternity in heaven.
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CHILD'S HUMBLE CONFESSION AND
A sinner, Lord, behold I stand,
In thought, and word, and deed ;
But Jesus sits at thy right hand,
For such to intercede.
From early infancy, I know,
A rebel I have been ;
And daily, as I older grow,
I fear I grow in sin;
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But God can change this evil heart,
And give a holy mind,
And his own heavenly grace impart,
Which those who seek shall find. = *
To heaven can reach the softest word,
A childâ€™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.
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Tell me, mamma, if I must die,
One day, as little baby died ;
And look so very pale, and lie
Down in the graveyard, by its side ?
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.
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Â°T is 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 canâ€™t decay:
That which now thinks within your heart,
And makes you ask if you must die ;
That is your soul â€” the better part,
Which God has made to live on high.
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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,
But always recollect, my dear,
That wicked people go to hell.
There the good God shall never smile,
Nor give them one reviling look ;
For since they chose to be so vile,
He leaves them to the way they took.
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â€œTHOU GOD SEEST ME.â€
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.
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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;
[ must within his presence dwell ;
I can not from his anger flee.
Yet I may flee, he shows me where ;
Tells me to Jesus Christ to fly ;
And while he sees me weeping there,
Thereâ€™s only mercy in his eye.
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TOA LITTLE SISTER, ON HER BIRTHDAY.
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 ;
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But friends, my love, how vain are they!
Forsone infected breath
May snatch the tenderest away,
And seal them up with death.
Then whither should my darling fly ?
In whom may she confide 4
There is a friend above the sky,
Who waits to be her guide.
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.
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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 gar 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!
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Yet, if it be his holy will,
I pray that, hand in hand,
We all may travel many a hill
Of this the pilgrimâ€™s land; @
With Zionâ€™s shining gate in view,
Through every danger rise,
And form a family anew, _
Unbroken, in the skies.
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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 brought to life at first ;
His skill their different natures planned,
And made them from the dust.
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 2
Will he who stoops to care
For little sparrows falling down,
Despise an infantâ€™s prayer 2
No; he regards the feeblest cry;
*T is only when we sin,
He puts the smile of mercy by,
And IÃ©ts his frown begin.
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Â°T is sin that grieves his holy mind,
And makes his anger rise ;
And sinners, old or young, shall find,
No favor in his eyes:
But when the broken spirit burns,
And would from sin depart,
The God of mercy never spurns
That broken, hymble heart.
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â€œJESUS CHRIST CAME INTO THE
WORLD TO SAVE SINNERS.
Lo, at noon Â°t is sudden night !
Darkness covers all the day!
Rocks are rending at the sight!
Children can you tell me why ?
What can all these wonders be 2
Jesus dies on Calvary !
Stretched upon the cross, behold
How his tender limbs are torn!
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For a royal crown of gold,
They have made him ene of thorn!
Cruel hands, that dare to bind
Thorns upon a brow so kind!
See, the blood is falling fast
From his forehead and his side ;
Listen, he has breathed his last :
With a mighty groan he died !
Children, can you tell me 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 fe 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 youlittle hands to pray ;
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â€œ Blessed Jesus, pardon me,
Help a guilty infant,â€ say ;
â€œSince it Wis for such as I,
Thou didst condescend to die.â€
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â€œ JESUS SAID, SUFFER LITTLE CHIL-
DREN TO COME UNTO ME.â€
As infants once to Christ were brought,
That he might bless them there,
So now we little children ought
To seek the same by prayer.
For when their feeble hands were spread,
And bent each infantknee,
â€œ Forbid them not,â€ the Saviour said,
And so he says of me.
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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 that little flock to see,
The Saviour kindly smiled ;
Oh, then he will not frown on me,
Because 1 am a child: *
For as, so many years ago,
Poor babes his pity drew,
Iâ€™m sure he will not let me go
Without a blessing too.
Then, while this favor to implore,
My little hands are spread,
Do thou thy sacred blessing pour,
Dear Jesus on my head.
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LOVE*AND DUTY TO PARENTS.
My father, my mother, I know
I can not your kindness repay 5
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;
But I hope I shall learn to be good,
And so never grieve you again.
But, for fear that I ever should dare
- From all your commands to depart,
Whenever Iâ€™m saying my prayer,
Ill ask for a dutiful heart.
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THE DAY OF LIFE.
Tue morning hours of cheerful light,
Of all the day are best ;
But as they speed their hasty flight,
# Â«If every hour is spent aright,
We sweetly sink to sleep at night,
And pleasant is our rest.
And life is like a summerâ€™s day,
It seems so quickly past ;
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Youth, is the morning, bright and gay,
And if *tis spent in wisdomâ€™s way,
We meet old age without dismay,
And death is sweet at last.
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THE LITTLE PILGRIM.
Tuer: 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 past ;
But those who boldly walk therein,
Will come to heaven at last.
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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 my way,
Lord condescend to be my guide,
And I shall never stray.
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Then I may go without alarm,
And trust his word of old ;
â€œ'The lambs heâ€™ll gather with his arm,
And lead them to the fold.â€
Thus I may safely venture through,
Beneath my Shepherdâ€™s care ;
Aud keep the gate of heaven in view,
Till I shall enter there.
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AN EVENING HYMN FOR A LITTLE
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 oâ€™er our days;
For this our feeble voices join
In hymns of cheerful praise.
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Before the 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.
Brothers and sisters, hand in hand,
Our lips together move ;
Then smile upon this little band,
And join our hearts in love.
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A CHILDâ€™S LAMENTATION FOR THE
DEATH OF A DEAR MOTHER.
A poor afflicted child, I kneel
Before my heavenly Fatherâ€™s seat,
To tell him all the grief I feel,
And spread my sorrows at his feet.
Yet I must weep; I can not 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 Fd vex her so no more.
How I would watch her gentle eye!
Â°T would be my joy to do her will;
And she should never have to sigh
Again for my behaving ill.
But since sheâ€™s gone so far away,
And can not profit by my pains,
Let me this childlike duty pay
To that dear parent who remains:
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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.
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FOR SABBATH EVENING.
Weâ€™vE passed another Sabbath-day,
And heard of Jesus and of heayen ;
We thank thee for thy word, and pray
That this dayâ€™s sins may be forgiven
Forgive our inattention, Lord,
Our looks and thoughts that went astray ;
Forgive our carelessness abroad ;
At home, our idleness and play.
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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.
Bless our good minister, we pray,
Who loves to see a child attend,
And let fis honor and obey
The words of such a faithful friend.
So when our lives are finished here,
And days and Sabbaths shall be oâ€™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
Â°T is very long indeed.
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But even years are passing by,
And soon must all be gone ;
For day by day, as minutes fly,
Eternity comes on.
Days, months, and years, must have an end
Eternity has none ;
Â°T will always have as long to spend,
As when it first begun.
Great God an infant can not tell
How such a thing can be;
I only pray that I may dwell
That long, long time with thee.
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AGAINST YIELDING TO TEMPTATION.
My love, you have met with a trial to-day,
Which I hoped to have seen you oppose ;
But, alas, ina moment your temper gave
_ 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 color, my
I found you had broken them all.
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O, why did you suffer this troublesome sin
To rise in your bosom again ?
And when you perceived it already within,
O why did you let it remain ?
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 can only with sorrow implore
That Jesus would pardon your sin,
Would help you to watch for your enemy
And put a new temper within.
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THE DAY OF JUDGMENT.
How dreadful, Lord, will be the day,
When all the tribes of dead shall rise 5
And those who dared to disobey,
Be brought before thine angry eyes!
The wicked child, who often heard
His pious parents speak of thee,
And fled from every serious word,
Shall not be able then to flee.
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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.
While 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.
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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.
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Wuen a foolish thought within
Tries to take us in a snare,
Conscience tells us â€œ It is sin,â€
And entreats us to beware.
If in something we transgress,
And are tempted to deny,
Conscience says, â€œ Your fault confess 5
Do not dare to tell a lie.â€
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In the morning when we rise,
And would fain omit to pray,
â€œ Child, consider,â€ Conscience cries :
â€œShould not God be sought to-day â€
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,
â€œ Now subdue it,â€ Conscience cries:
â€œ Do command your temper still.â€
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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 doth call,
Conscience seon will grow so hard,
That it will not speak at all.
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â€œTHE LORD HATH RESPECT UNTO
Wuere 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.
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Is not the heaven of heayens 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 ;
For if you love him too,
This mighty God will condescend
To come and dwell with you.
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FOR CHILDREN AT A SUNDAY-SCHOOL.
Lorp, may a few poor children raise
To thee a hymn of humble praise ?
Â°T is 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.
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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.
O 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,
Â°T is to thy grace alone we trust;
Do thou instruct and guide us still,
That we may neâ€™er forget thy will.
INFANT MINDS. _ 107
A minute, how soon it is-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
He notices each that we squander away.
Why should we a minute despise,
Because it so quickly is oâ€™er ?
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We know that it rapidly flies,
And therefore should prize it the more 5
Another, indeed, may appear in its stead,
But that precious minute for ever is fled.
Â°T is easy to squander our years
In idleness, folly, and strife ;
But O, no repentance or tears
Can bring back one moment of life ;
But time, if well spent, and improved as it
Will render life pleasant, and peaceful its
And when all the minutes are past,
Which God for our portion has given, Â©
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We shall cheerfully welcome the last,
If it safely conduct us to heaven.
And O, may we all the necessity see,
Not knowing how near our last minute
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A CHILDâ€™S GRAVE.
Wuar is this little grassy mound,
Where pretty daisies bloom ?
What is there lying under ground #
It is an infantâ€™s tomb.
Alas, poor baby, did it die ?
How dismal that must be!
To bid this pretty world good-by,
Seems very sad to me.
H CHILD'S GRAVE
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Silence, my child; for could we hear
This happy babyâ€™s voice,
We should not drop another tear,
But triumph and rejoice.
â€œO do not ever weep for me,â€
The happy soul would say ;
â€œNor grieve, dear. child, that I am free
From that poor sleeping clay.
â€œ Mourn not because my feeble breath
Was stopped as soon as given :
Thereâ€™s nothing terrible in death
To those who come to hefven.
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â€œNo sin, no sorrow, no complaints,
My pleasures here destroy ;
I live with God and all his saints,
And endless is our joy.
â€œWhile, with the spirits of the just,
My Saviour I adore,
I smile upon my sleeping dust,
That now can weep no more.â€
CHILDâ€™s PRAYER IN SICENESS
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A CHILDâ€™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.
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I own the comforts I possess,
And thank thy care of me,
While thousands languish in distress,
And pine in poverty.
Yet look in pity on my pain ;
My little strength restore ;
And grant me life and health again,
To serve thee evermore,
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A HYMN OF PRAISE FOR RECOVERY.
Lorp, thou hast heard my humble voice,
For all my pains depart ;
O grant that I may now rejoice
With thankfulness of heart.
Many have died as young as I,
Though nursed with equal care ;
But God in pity heard my cry,
And has been pleased to spare.
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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,
O teach me to repay,
By double kindness of my own,
In every future day.
And, lest I need thy rod again,
I pray thee to impart,
As long as health and life remain,
A thankful, humble heart.
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FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD IN
Atmienty God, Iâ€™m very ill,
But cure me if it be thy will; Â°
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 Jesusâ€™ sake.
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FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD, UPON
I ruanx the Lord, who lives on high ;
He heard an infant pray,
And cured me, that I should not die,
And took my pains away.
O let me thank and love thee too,
As long as I shall live ;
And every naughty thing I do,
I pray thee to forgive.
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FOR A DYEING 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.
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O take this guilty soul of mine,
That now will soon be gone,
And wash it clean, and make it shine,
With heavenly garments on.
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.
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PRAISE FOR DAILY MERCIES.
Lorp, I would own thy tender care,
And all thy leve to me;
The food I eat, the clothes 1 wear,
Are all bestowed by thee.
â€™T is thou preservest me from death
And dangers every hour ;
I can not draw another breath
Unless thou give me power.
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Kind 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 ; â€
I have not any blessing here,
But what is sent from heaven.
Such goodness, Lord, and constant care,
A child can neâ€™er repay ;
But may it be my daily prayer
To love thee and obey.
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THE EXAMPLE OF CHRIST.
Jesus Curist, my Lord and Saviour,
Once became a child like me ;
O that in my whole behavior,
He thy pattern still might be.
All my nature is unholy,
Pride and passion reign within ;
But the Lord was meek and lowly,
And was never known to sin.
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While Iâ€™m often vainly trying
Some new pleasure to possess,
He was always self-denying,
Patient in his worst distress.
Lord, assist a feeble creature ;
Guide me by thy word of truth ;
Condescend to be my teacher
Through my childhood and apy youth.
Often I shall be forgetful
Of the lessons thou hast taught,
Idle, passionate, and fretful,
Or indulging foolish thought.
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Then permit me not to harden
In my sin, and be content ;
But bestow a gracious pardon,
And assist me to repent.
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SUMMER AND WINTER.
Wuen sweet summer flowers appear,
We wish that they always would last 5
But winter must shortly be here,
To sweep them away with his blast :
Spring, summer, and autumn, still hasten
away ; ,
The roses must fade, and the blossoms
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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 ;
And withered and bare we must ever remain,
For spring will not cover our branches
Then let us, since timeâ€™s on the wing,
And death and eternity near,
Endeavor, while yet in our spring,
To prepare for the end of the year ;
That we may not look baek with remorse
To think how this season was wasted away.
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And then when'the summer is gone,
Our youth and maturity past,
Old age willâ€™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 bit never decay ;
Then for these fading pleasures no longer
we â€˜ll car@
But hope we shall spend an eternity there.
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LOVE TO JESUS.
Wuen 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 sinful men,
Who healed the sick, and cured the blind;
O, must I not have loved him then ?
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But where is Jesus ? is he dead ?
O no; he lives in heaven above:
â€œ And blest are they,â€ the Saviour said,
â€œ Who, though they have not seen me,
He sees us from his throne on high,
As wellâ€˜as when on earth he dwelt ;
And when to him poor children ery,
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,
*T will be my joy to love him more.
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Gop made the world ; in every land
His love and power abound ;
All are protected by his hand,
In all, his care is found.
He sees and governs distant lands,
And constant bounty pours;
From witd Arabiaâ€™s burning sands
To Laplandâ€™s frozen shores.
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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.
Alike the rich and poor are known,
The polished and the wild;
He sees the king upon the throne,
And every little child.
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While he regards the wise and fair,
The noble and the brave,
He listens to the beggarâ€™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 eye
My inmost heart can see,
Teach me from every sin to fly,
And turn that heart to thee.
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Â«THOUGH HE WAS RICH, YET FOR
OUR SAKES HE BECAME POOR.â€
Jesus was once despised and low,
A stranger, and distressed ;
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.
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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 ery ;
He sees them from his heavenly throne,
He watches all their ways,
And stoops to notice for his own
The youngest child that prays.
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FOR A CHILD THAT IS SORRY FORA
Lorp, I have dared to disobey
My friends on earth, and thee in heaven ;
O help me now to come and pray,
For Jesusâ€™ sake to be forgiven.
I can not say I did not know,
For Iâ€™ve been taught thy holy will;
And while my conscience told me so,
And bade me stop, I did it still.
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But thou wast there to see my crime,
And write it in thy judgment-book ;
O make me fear, another time,
Aâ€™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.
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INSTRUCTION FROM THE HEAVENS.
Srars, 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,
â€œ Child of mortal race, attend,
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While we run our wondrous way ;
Listen; we would be your friend ;
Teaching you that name divine,
By whose mighty word we shine.
â€œ 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.
â€œWhen some thousand years at most,
All their little time have spent,
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One by one our sparkling host
Shall forsake the firmament ;
We shall from our glory fall;
You must live beyond us all.
â€œYes; and God, who bade us roll,
God, who hung us in the sky,
Stoops to watch an infantâ€™s soul
With a condescending eye;
And esteems it dearer far,
More in value than a star!
â€œO then, while your breath is given,
Pour it out in fervent prayer,
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And beseech the God of heaven
To receive your spirit there ;
Like a living star to blaze
Ever to your Saviourâ€™s praise.â€
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CHILDREN ENCOURAGED TO SEEK
Suaxt I presume to venture near
A God so just and true ?
Or, sinful as I am, appear
Before his piercing wew ?
How oft I grieve his holy eye,
And break his righteous law ;
And think some thought of vanity
With every breath I draw!
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Yet, Lord, a sinful child may turn
To wisdomâ€™s pleasant ways ;
For Jesusâ€™ 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,
That even at the judgment-day
The Lord may be my friend.
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Lorp, what is life? â€T is 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? *T'is like the bow
That glistens in the sky ;
We love to see its colors glow,
But while we look they die.
Life fails as soon: to-day â€˜tis here ;
To-night, perhaps, â€™t will 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.
And yet, this short, uncertain space
So foolishly we prize,
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That heaven, that lasting dwelling-place,
Â» 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 long or short it be,
We need but little care 5
Because eternity will last,
When life, and even death, are past.
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UPON DEATH e
Wuere should I be, if God should say
I must not live another day,
And send to take away my breath ?
What is eternity, and death ?
My body is of little worth ;
*T would soon be mingled with the earth :
We all were formed of clay at first,
And shall return again to dust.
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But where my living soul would go,
I do not, and I can not know;
For none were eâ€™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 hellâ€™s a state of endless wo,
Where unrepenting sinners go;
Though none that seek the Saviourâ€™s grace,
Shall ever see that dreadful place.
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O 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.
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Love and kindness we may measure
By this simple rule alone:
Do we mind our neighborâ€™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,
Â°T was the Saviourâ€™s last request.
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His example we should borrow,
Who forsook his throne above,
And endured such pain and sorrow, â€
Out of tenderness and love.
When the poor are unbefriended,
When we will not pity lend,
Christ accounts himself offended,
Who is every creatureâ€™s friend.
Let us not be so ungrateful,
Thus his goodness to reward ;
Selfishness indeed is hateful
In the followers of the Lord.-
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When a selfish thought would seize us,
And our resolution break,
Let us then remember Jesus,
And resist it for his sake.
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Â«IN THE MORNING IT FLOURISHETH, AND
GROWETH UP; IN THE EVENING IT ISCUT
DOWN, AND WITHERETH.â€
Tue 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 oâ€™er the tree,
And broke its feeble stalk.
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Just like an early rose,
Iâ€™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.
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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 ;
O, then, shall a little child
â€˜Dare to be perverse and proud ?
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This, indeed, should never be ;
Lord, forbid it, we entreat ;
Grant they all may learn of thee,
That humility is sweet.
Make it shine in every part;
. Fill them with this heavenly grace;
For a little infantâ€™s heart
Surely is its proper place.
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â€œSET YOUR AFFECTIONS ON THINGS
Way 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 past ;
And if we go to heaven at last,
We need not wish to stay.
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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 O, 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 was a heaven and hell.
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FOR THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR.
Tus year is just going away, -
The moments are finishing fast ;
My heart, have you nothing to say,
Concerning the time that is past Â¢ 2
Now, while in my chamber alone,
Where God will be pleasant to hear,
Ill try to remember and own
The faults Iâ€™ve committed this year.
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O Lord, Iâ€™m ashamed to confess,
How often Iâ€™ve broken thy day :
Perhaps I have thought of my dress,
Or wasted the moments in play ;
And when the good minister tried
â€œTo 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 had been going elsewhere ;
[ll temper, and passion, and pride,
Have grieved my dear parents and thee ;
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And seldom Ive 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 ;
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Look down in thy mercy, I pray,
And 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 Â°
Disfigure and waste a new year.
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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 ;
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And would rather call it ours,
Than many other 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.
Â°T is not beauty that we prize,
Like a summer flower it dies ;
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But humility will last,
Fair and sweet, when beauty â€™s past ;
And the Saviour from above
Views an humble child with love.
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â€œTHEN THE LORD CALLED SAMUEL, AND
SAMUEL SAID, SPEAK; FOR THY SERVANT
Wun little Samuel woke,
- And heard his Makerâ€™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!
If God would speak to me,
And say he was my friend,
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How happy I should be,
O how would I attend !
The smallest sin I then should fear,
If God Almighty were so near.
And does he never speak ?
O 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 ;
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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,
Wheneâ€™er I read his word,
â€œSpeak, Lord; I would obey
The voice that I have heard ;
And when I in thy house appear,
Speak, for thy servant waits to hear.â€
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ON LEARNING THE BIBLE.
As Mary sat at Jesusâ€™ feet,
To learn her Makerâ€™s will,
' We in the Saviourâ€™s presence meet,
And hear his doctrine still.
Still he beholds the wandering look,
Each foolish thought discerns ;
And knows who idles at his book, 7.
And who in earnest learns.
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O for that meek, attentive mind,
Which happy Mary showed ;
And that instruction may we find,
That was on her bestowed.
Here we are taught the sacred word
The Saviour first conveyed ;
And here the doctrines we have heard
Are plain and easy made.
â€™T is here we learn the glorious name
Of God who reigns above ;
â€˜And while we read of sinnersâ€™ shame,
Are taught the Saviourâ€™s love.
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Lord, while we thank thee for the grace
That sends this happy news,
We still would sit in Maryâ€™s place,
Her better part to choose.
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Tue 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 give him all our store ;
And children here who dwell in love,
Are like his happy ones above.
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The gentle child, that tries to please ;
That hates to quarrel, fret, and tease ;
And will 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.
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THE CONDESCENSION OF GOD.
Gop! what a great and awful word!
O 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,
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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 even I may seek his grace !
Ten thousand angels sing his praise
On high, to harps of gold ;
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But holy angels dare not gaze,
His brightness to behold ;
Yet a poor lowly infant may
Lift up his 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,
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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.
O yes, when little children cry,
He hearkens to their 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
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THE CHILD OF AFFLUENCE.
How many poor indigent children I see,
Who want all the comforts bestowed upon
But though Iâ€™m preserved from such want
Iâ€™m quite as unworthy of all I possess.
While I am partaking a plentiful meal,
How many the cravings of appetite feel !
Poor children, as young and as helpless as I,
Who yet have no money their wants to
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If I were so destitute, friendless, and poor,
How could I such hardship and suffering
Then let me be thankful, and humbly adore
My God, who has graciously given me
And since I with so many comforts am
May it be my delight to relieve the distrest ;
For God has declared, and his promise is
That blessed are they who consider the
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THE CHILD OF POVERTY.
Lorp, [ am poor, yet hear my call;
Afford me daily bread ;
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 ?
THE CHILD OF POVERTY.
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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 better is than gold,
Thy grace and righteousness.
O may I heavenly treasures find,
And choose the better part;
Give me an humble, pious mind,
A meek and lowly heart.
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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.
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PRAISE TO GOD.
Atmicuty Gop, who dwellest high,
Where mortals can not 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 ?
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My thoughts are vain, my heart is hard,
And poor the thanks I pay;
O 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 thought.
The happy souls who dwell on high,
Can tell thy glories best ;
And may I enter, when I die,
The mansions of the blest.
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There we shall better praises bring,
And raise our voices higher ;
Angels will teach us how to sing;
And we shall never tire. e
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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,
For God himself is there.
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Here all our pleasures soon are past,
Our brighest joys decay ;
But pleasures there for ever last,
And can not 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.
Here sins and sorrows we deplore
With many cares distressed ;
But there the mourners weep no more,
And there the weary rest.
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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.